“A driving, pounding, uncontrollable need courses through me with every beat of my pulse, demanding an outlet, demanding I rip through the confines of her leather and trade her sweet taste for the incomparable perfection of sinking into her when she comes.
I need to fuck her, to flip her over the arm of this throne and drive into her, but I can't. I need her nail marks in the wood, need her cries filling this whole fucking house, need her knowing what I can be for her—anything and everything she needs. She's heaven in my mouth. Flawless. Mine. And she's almost there. Gods, yes, her legs are shaking, her walls are fluttering around my tongue. I love her so fucking much.”