Cathy

He bites the skin of my shoulder, and a flame of white heat arrows out to hurl through my veins, toward my chest. I scream out in pain even as a ball of heat throbs against my rib cage. I moan and thrash, but he doesn’t let go.

The worst thing is that the pain clashes with my arousal and the mixture of the pain-pleasure only turns me on more. How is that possible?

I shouldn’t be feeling the white-hot sting of arousal that guts me, that draws at a climax low in my belly.

His bulbous knot is locked inside me, and more hot streams of cum sear my womb.

I arch my legs up and hook them around him, digging my heels into his back. My spine curves off the bed; my chest thrusts out.

He grips my breast and squeezes a nipple. Another spurt of pain jolts down my spine.

Intense pleasure rolls over me, and the climax roars forward, then stops waiting for his touch, his hated…needed touch to make me come completely. “P