Page 48 of Dolly

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met,” I tell her. And it’s not bullshit. Not a line to get down her pants, or a lustful statement to further our libidos. It’s the truth. Plain and simple.

A blush overtakes her cheeks. “I’m just me,” she whispers.

“And you’re everything,” I say, plunging my cock into her hard while taking her mouth in another passion-fueled kiss.

Her warmth surrounds me, pulling me deeper as I begin to thrust. I can’t get enough of her. Her kisses, her touches, her pussy—all of her melds into me as I fuck her harder and harder.

She pulls her legs up, gripping my cock harder.

“Fuck,” I groan, breaking off the kiss and pumping into her faster. “Fuck.”

Her nails dig into my shoulders. “Behind, Ken. Fuck me from behind.”

Any ability I had to argue went out the window the moment my dick slid inside her. I nod so she knows I heard her and slip out. She scrambles to her hands and knees, fitting herself in front of me. Her ass, still pink, wiggles at me while she grins at me over her shoulder.

“Not soft,” she orders, and I almost snap. Yes, ma’am.

Gripping her hips, I don’t waste any time giving my girl what she wants—what she demanded. One thrust, and I’m balls deep inside her. My nails bite her skin as I plow into her.

The bed squeaks, but it’s drowned out by Dolly’s grunts. She grabs the headboard to steady herself as my cock drives into her.

I grip her hair, fisting it and pulling her head back until she’s groaning louder.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” she chants.

Slipping around her waist, I find her clit. She didn’t want gentle, and she’s not going to get it. Not from me.

I’m an asshole.

I want this to hurt.

I want her to take the pain and mold it into something beautiful for me.

Pinching her clit gets a rile from her. She bucks up, but she can’t get away. I release her hair, gripping her bundle of nerves again.

“Ken!” she screams, but not in the horrific way I’ve heard her cry out before. No, she’s doing exactly what I want her to do: she’s accepting it.

Her cunt clenches around my cock. Hot, wet, and tight, she’s torturing me in her own way—in the best of ways.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me now?” I ask, bucking my hips and driving her forward on the bed. She stumbles forward, but I won’t let her rest, not yet. I yank her head back until she’s off her hands, dangling above the mattress.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Good girl.” The words come out as she sucks in air.

“You’re close, aren’t you? My girl wants to come?” I tease her clit, gentling my touches while plowing into her from behind.

“Yes. Please…oh, fuck, please, Ken.” She swings her arms behind her, grabbing onto me, trying to hug me to her.

I shove her back down, face into the pillow.

“Ass up.” I release her hair to smack her ass. She groans. “Higher,” I demand, smacking her again. A tremor works its way through her body, vibrating on my cock.

“Like that. Good girl,” I croon, stroking her clit, alternating between hard and soft until she’s bucking back at me with as much fervor as I could hope for. She’s chasing her release.

She’s so open and telling with her desires. I’ll never her let her be shoved into a box again. Out where she’s wild and free—that’s where she lives now.

“Ken!” She screams into the pillow. Her pussy clenches tight, then releases in a wave of spasms that dissolve the very last bit of restraint I have.

I pump into her tightness again and again, then still as my body releases from my control. My vision darkens, and the sounds of the room warp into strung out waves.

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