“I wanted your cum inside me,” I say, my tone a desperate whimper. He folds himself over me again, his hands smearing the cum all over my back, massaging it into my skin. “No,” he growls in my ear, nipping my lobe and making me hiss. “You wanted to wear my cum. You dreamt of this, Caleb. You practiced in the shower, alone and aching for it. Now look at you, covered in my seed like a needy, perfect whore. You’re mine.” He slaps my ass, and I gasp despite myself. “You’re my jaded little cum whore. And you’ll wear my seed with pride because you know you’ve earned this, every fucking drop.”
