The Price Of Fate
His palm cracked against my ass, the sting making me yelp, but it only made me wetter.
“Such a naughty little mate,” he said, voice dark with lust. “Begging for it like this.”
He slapped my ass again, harder, then thrust back in from behind. The angle let him go deeper, his cock hitting my cervix with each brutal pump. I pushed back against him, meeting his rhythm, my pussy clenching around him as orgasm built.
Ronan leaned over me, his chest to my back, teeth grazing my shoulder.
“I’m gonna fill you up,” he promised, breath ragged. “Pump you full of my cum until it’s leaking out of you. Mark you as mine inside and out.”