“This pussy, sweetheart,” he thrusts. “That’s mine. Your tits,” another thrust, deeper and longer as he nips at my chest. “Mine.” I start moaning more, louder, trying not to because I want to hear him. I want him to claim it all, every fucking bit, just like he said. “Your fucking moans, god. Your body belongs to me, Liam. The air you breathe, your every thought, I want all of it. I have all of it. Fuck,” his turn to moan, the sound joining mine and creating the perfect soundtrack to us as a whole.
