CHAPTER 42 MADDY'S POINT OF VIEW. “No!” I retorted sharply. “You don't tell me what to do.” He paused and pulled out of me; my insides ached, empty and waiting for him. He turned me around, letting me lay back on the table, then changed angles. He inserted his cock back slowly; his rhythm was slow at the start as he wiped the sweat off his face. The slow strokes felt intentional and measured, more like he wanted me to feel every second of it. Then, the next minute, his hand found my waist while the other slid through my thighs, circling around my most sensitive spot. Suddenly, his pace picked up immediately. I gasped, my gaze darting to the ceiling, but he snapped, “Look at me, Maddy. All eyes on me!” I met his gaze immediately, even if I didn't wish to. I hated when I listened to him; it felt like I was giving him full control to command me. I'm not his toy, and his controlling techniques wouldn't work on me. “Your pussy feels so warm. I want it for myself every time,” he m
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