Priceless

by Miranda Silver

“You want reassurance, babe?” He pushed, and I moaned at the sudden fullness. I squirmed under him, trying to lift my hips, my pussy clinging to his thick shaft. His hands tightened cruelly on my ass. “You feel like heaven. And it makes me want to give you hell.”

You’re beautiful, the top bill said. In writing so small and precise, it didn’t seem human.

“Props to you for being the bigger slut,” she said under her breath.

“I love you.” His rough voice pulled an involuntary sound from me. “You're mine, Christina. You always have been, from the first time I touched you.”