He nudges my v****a with his c**k and I nearly leap into the ceiling. “Yes! Yes, that’s clear.”
“Then tell me who you belong to.”
My chest feels like it’s expanding. It’s like I can take in more oxygen. It’s like I can breathe a little easier. It’s like I could floataway on a cloud if I wanted to.
“You,” I assure him emphatically. “Only you.”
He grins, pleased and evil and beautiful and so f*****g perfect that I could die. Then he pushes himself inside me and I cry out,my nails digging into his shoulders.
“All yours,” I moan. “f**k yes… I’m all yours…”
I say it again and again and he demands that I keep repeating myself, until the words become as much of a blur as his thrustsinto me. And when I finally come, with sweat dripping down my back and dirty promises burning
