“You’re going to do that again on my cock,” he says, standing up. “Understand?” “Can’t,” I say. I’m a puddle on the bed. “Not more than once in a row.” “It wasn’t a question. It’s just a fact.” He digs around in his back and comes back with a condom. “Now spread your legs for me. I’m going to fuck you into this mattress until you’re falling to pieces and hoarse from moaning so much.”
