“God, you’re fucking tight,” he growled. “What’re you trying to do, break my fingers off?”
“You know what you’re doing,” I panted. I just hoped he wouldn’t stop. I didn’t even care that I hated this man, or that he was just fucking me because he wanted to own me. Hell, he could leash me to the post outside in the parking lot and call me Fido as long as he kept…
“Good boy,” he breathed, his breath hot on my dick.