Dirty Saint
My hands quickly left my shirt, fisting the sheets instead.
"You're there, baby." Fuck. What these vibrations were doing to me. "Come on, come for me, my little whore." Following his words, he pinched the inside of my thigh hard.
The degradation undid me as a wave of ecstasy ran through me. It was foreign and thrilling. My eyes rolled back and my toes curled as I was relieved of the pressure I'd been feeling seconds before. It was an overwhelming feeling; one I wanted to stop, but at the same time, wanted to feel like that for the rest of my life.