FAKE BRIDE OF THE ALPHA KING
The pain bloomed hot and sharp, making my pussy clench tighter around him.
“That's it, scream for me,” he snarled, spanking me again, harder this time, the sound echoing in the room.
His hips never slowed, slamming forward relentlessly, his balls slapping against my ass with wet smacks. His hand moved down and began rubbing my already hypersensitive clit.
“Shit!”
I tried to twist away, as overstimulation began building like a storm, but he tightened his grip on my throat, holding me in place.
“Don't you fucking dare run from me, kitten.”
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