As if my body were possessed—reacting only to his voice—
I moved.
My hands shot up to grip the headboard, knuckles white from how tightly I held on.
I couldn’t face him.
Couldn’t look down at the man who made me hate myself for needing this.
I just faced the wall.
Heart pounding.
Breath ragged.
My knees sank into the mattress, and I spread my thighs wide, presenting my dripping p***y right over his mouth.
That’s when he slapped me.
Both hands.
Each side of my ass—hard.
I jolted forward with a sharp cry.
“f**k…” I whimpered, breath shaking.
“God… yes… yes…” The words spilled before I could even stop them.
His voice was guttural beneath me.
“Come on… grind that p***y. Feed me. f**k my face like it belongs to you.”
I hesitated—just a second—
Then moved my hips forward.
He g
