“I want to be your whore.” The word rips out of me, shameless and desperate. “Your personal c*m dump. Use me whenever you want, however you want. I don’t care about being invisible anymore. I just want to be yours.”
Darren stops.
Just – stops moving, buried to the hilt inside me, and stares at me with something intense and dark in his eyes.
Then he kisses me.
Not gentle. Not sweet. He devours my mouth, tongue claiming me like his c**k is claiming my cunt, teeth catching my lower lip hard enough to hurt. I melt into it, into him, let him consume me completely.
“You’re ours now,” he growls against my lips. “Every hole. Every day. You show up when we tell you. You spread your legs when we tell you. You take every c**k we give you and you thank us for it.”
“Yes – yes, I understand – ”
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