Throne of Blood
He pauses, releasing my earlobe to demonstrate how to lick his lips at me.
"You're going to come one more time, aren't you?" he asks.
I shook my head rapidly, trying to dismiss the sight. If I allow him to control me again, I'll be doomed.
"Yes, you will. Are you picturing me inside of you, taking my d*ck like a good little princess while I thrust into you hard, fast, and rough?"
In the mental picture, he's given me, my thighs clench. Even if I wanted to get rid of it, I couldn't. Despite how rough and blatant it is, my body reacts to it in ways I never imagined.
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