Page 54 of Sinful Touch

This ass is mine.

She is mine.

Every single inch of her now belongs to me.

“You will cum, Darlin,” I say as I release her hair and reach around her pushing my fingers through her folds. I push two fingers into her pussy as I start to move faster, moving in and out of her; the rhythm of my fingers and my cock become one as I slam into her.

My balls start to tighten from the tightness of her ass and the wetness of her pussy. Her pussy’s walls wrap tightly around my fingers as I continue my motion.

Neither of us is going to last long, but that is okay. We have the rest of our lives to fuck, to make love to get lost in each other.

“Be my good fucking girl and cum for me, Darlin,” I say through gritted teeth, feeling my balls tighten even more. I slam into her ass and pussy at the same time, curling my fingers into her, hitting the spot I know will make her cum, and just like music to my ears, her walls wrap tighter around my fingers, her releases covering my fingers and hand, I close my eyes and slam into her one last time causing my releases to fill her bloody ass.

“Fuck,” I breathe out.

She screams against the gag. Her body sinks as I sink on top of her, both of us covered in sweat.

I pull out my fingers and kiss the side of her face as I stand up and slowly pull out of her ass, watching as my cock is covered in cum and blood.

Fuck, I will never get sick of that.

I slide my hand down her sweaty back. “You did such a good job, Darlin. Good girls get rewarded,” I whisper as I lean over, releasing her hands from the cuffs.

I keep the gag on her, though, as I turn her and take her into my arms.

I’m not fucking done yet.

I exit the black room heading straight into my bedroom towards the bathroom.

Self-care will take place, but first, her pussy will be claimed.

28

Jaxon

November

“I Wanna Be Yours” by Arctic Monkeys

Isit back on my bike, as I put my phone back into my pocket.

I turn and watch Lil make her way out of the front door of the lake house; she is wearing the new leather jacket I got her and a very fucking short black shirt with a white tank top.

Oh fuck.

When I first saw her, she was wearing baggy clothes, trying to hide her curves, and slowly, she started to pick out clothes that I had bought her. There is no pressure; she can wear whatever the fuck she wants, but seeing her become more confident in her body is an amazing thing to watch.

She sways her hips as she makes her way over to me. She grabs my shoulder and swings her leg over, placing her in my lap on the bike facing me

“What do you think you are doing?” I ask her in a curious voice.

She leans back and smiles.

“Being your good girl.” She confesses to me.

Oh fucking shit, I have created a monster.

I take in a deep breath as she grabs onto the button of my pants. I grab onto her hips as she unbuttons them and unzips them; she slightly lifts as she reaches in, taking my cock in her hand and pulling it out from my pants; I release my hold on her hip and slowly make my way up her shirt.

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