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“Such a good girl. Do you remember what happens when you listen like my good little slut?”
“Good girls get rewarded,”
“That’s right, baby, only obedient sluts...
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“So wet for me,” he groans, and I notice the first crack in his cool facade as he swallows hard through a tight jaw.
“Now, you understand why I had to do what I did, right?” He continues without giving me the chance to reply, “You were under the impression that you don’t belong to me. That I don’t own you. Your every breath, every beat of your heart, every fucking drop of blood in your veins is mine. But don’t worry, a chuisle. Do you remember what else I said that night?”
“That you always protect what’s yours.”
“And I take care of what’s mine,”
“I may be responsible for your pain”—he drags his nose along my inner thigh, his words a light tickle of breath. He bites down on the soft flesh, and I moan. It hurts but in a way that sends sparks up my legs—“but I’m also responsible for your pleasure…”
He continues to meet my eyes as he slowly sinks two fingers into me. “If it gets too much, say red.” I nod, comforted with a safe word. “And I might consider stopping.” Never mind.
Then he’s fucking me with his fingers, curling them and drawing them out slowly before pushing back in. At the same time, he worships my pussy with a lavish tongue. He follows a pattern of lightly teasing the delicate flesh around my clit before bearing down directly on it with a heavy, wide stroke. Each time, I instinctually draw my legs together, but he just pushes them farther apart, the chairs rolling farther away each time.
“Make a mess of me, baby. My good fucking girl.”
He gradually lets up in pace with my falling climax until I’m no longer a quivering mess. He stands and uses both hands to push the sweaty strands of hair from my face as he tenderly holds my face. “See how good I can make it for you?” Without another word, he kisses me as I nod, blissed out. He kisses me again, languid and unhurried.
He wants a protest. So instead, I don’t hesitate to unbuckle and unzip his pants. I rub my palms up his legs, getting a kick out of the way his thighs flex under them. “Take it out, slut.”
I realize that the abrupt change in demeanor is because he knows how to give gently, but not how to take gently. He only knows how to take with force and brutality.
“Choke on it, you filthy little slut.” He pushes my head down, and my eyes water. I hum around his length and he twitches in my mouth. “Fuck, do that again.”
“God, you take me so well. So fucking good, baby.”
