MR. BILLIONAIRE, BEG ME
It's not just pleasure, it's love, it's a declaration in pleasurable movements.
-"I love you" he whispers. I scratch his hand, which limits me to a few movements. My newest form of control. I remain with my legs around him, trapping his body close to mine, and his member buried deeper.
-"Ah! Ethan...ah!" My moans are muffled as he sinks in and pulls out. Love has a garden, a fence, a project. Sex invades all of that. Sex is against the law. Love depends on desire, it is a construction. Sex does not depend on desire, desire is taken over by it.
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