My pride wars with my desperation, and desperation wins in a landslide.
“Please.” The word comes out broken. “Please, Knox. I need your c**k inside me. Please, baby. I need you to f**k me so hard I can’t walk tomorrow. Please—”
He slams into me.
One thrust, all the way to the hilt, so deep I swear I can feel him in my throat.
The scream that tears out of me echoes off the concrete walls, blending with Gale’s horrified wailing in a symphony of depravity that should shame me and instead just makes me wetter.
“There we go,” Knox growls, pulling almost all the way out and driving back in even harder. “There’s my good girl. Begging so pretty. Taking my c**k so well. This is what you needed, wasn’t it? Needed someone to put you in your place. Someone to f**k the brat right out of you.”
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