Flipping me over, he pulls me to my knees, handling me like I have no free will, when everything about this is exemplary of my free will. All of it. And sooner or later, he’s going to realize that I’m the woman for him. Looking back, I see Kase preparing to push in again, only this time, he lets a long line of saliva fall from his mouth onto my ass. Swirling his cock around the fluids again, he pushes into my ass.
I moan and arch back into him. “More…harder,” I tell him.
“You’re a fucking masochist for pain, aren’t you, Alana? If you were smart, you’d leave me, find yourself a nice man who can love you the way you deserve.”
“I don’t want a nice man. I want the man I love.” Talking over my shoulder as he reams me in the ass is rebellious as fuck. No matter what he does to me, he won’t break me, won’t wear me down. With every push, I’ll push back. With every slam, I’ll slam back.
Before I know it, he’s full force fucking me, hoisting his foot onto the bed for leverage, balls slapping against my pussy. There’s pain, but it’s sweet pain, good pain, the pain of breaking down barriers and creating new pathways.
Another way for us to become one.
I will never not want this.