Lining his cock up to my entrance, he cups my face with one hand, while the other grips onto the headboard. “So beautiful.” He thrusts into me. “So perfect.” He kisses me. “Mine,” I reply. With every thrust bringing me closer to the edge, the way he commands my mouth, stroking my face, it sets me on fire. “Always mine, angel. I love you.” “I love you, sir.”
