Unhinged Desires
Then he started, and it was slow, and it stayed slow, and his mouth never left my neck.
That was the whole thing. That was the entire point. He fucked me slowly, deep and rolling, with his mouth open on my throat — biting, sucking, dragging — and the combination of it was more than I could hold. Every stroke pushed a sound out of me and every bite pulled one out and I couldn't tell which was which after a while.
"Harder—"
He bit down and went harder.
"Oh—fuckk"
"Say it again."
"Harder, daddy—mhfff”