Twisted Cravings
He suddenly pulled out, spun me around, and lifted me.
My back hit the wall again as he thrust back in, holding me up like I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders.
He claimed my mouth in another bruising kiss while driving into me deep and relentless.
“Mine,” he snarled between thrusts. “This tight cunt belongs to me. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I gasped, lost in the feeling of him stretching me, filling me completely. “Fuck… I’m yours, Damon.”