Page 109 of Strange Seduction
Then she leaned back and pulled her panties from my mouth with a quick motion.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I groaned, barely able to breathe through the feeling of her wrapped around me. “This dick belongs to you, Sweetness. Everything belongs to you. Fuck. You’re amazing.”
“Tell me I’m pretty,” she whispered, her voice silky.
“You’re so fucking pretty, baby.”
“And tell me you love me.”
“I love you so much, Carmen,” I said without hesitation. “I always will.”
Her fingers trailed down my chest, teasing me. “What do you want, Teddy?”
“I wanna fuck you, baby.” I was already there. “Please…pleaselet me fuck you.”
She tilted her head, smirking.
“I don’t know,” she said. “I kinda like you begging.”
“Please, baby,” I whimpered, desperate now. “Please let me fuck you, Sweetness. I’ll do anything you want if you let me. Just—please.Please, Carmen. Please, baby…”
She leaned in, brushing her lips against my ear.
“Okay,” she murmured. “Since you asked so nicely, I’ll let you.”
Then she pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes. “What do we say?”
“Thank you, Sweetness.”
Her grin turned wicked. “Such agoodboy.”
She leaned back, reached behind me, and untied the whip. I was on her in a second.
Scooping her up, I felt her legs lock around my waist—brief, fleeting contact before I threw her down onto the bed. She hit the mattress with a gasp, and I didn’t give her time to recover. I grabbed one of her legs, dragging her toward me until she flipped naturally onto her stomach.
She arched for me without a single command.
I grinned, breath thick and ragged as I lined myself up.
“Wanna see my best cowboy impression?” I teased.
I didn’t wait for an answer before I pushed myself in and started hammering.
So. Fucking. Good.
Her pigtails were practically begging for me to pull ‘em. I took them in each hand like reins, grounding myself in the rhythm of us, driving deeper with every thrust. She cried out beneath me, and I didn’t stop—not when she moaned my name, not when her fingers twisted into the sheets, not even when my own body threatened to give out from the sheer force of wanting her.
I held tight. And I rode.
“Fuckkkk,” I groaned, still holding her pigtails, my chest grazing her back as I leaned in. “You feel so good, Carmen.”
Her breath hitched, and I felt her body fluttering around me, drawing me in deeper.
“You’re perfect. You know that?” I whispered against her ear. “The way you take me…every damn time. You were built just for me, you know that?”
She whimpered beneath me, and I felt her knees tremble.
“Answer me,” I commanded. “Who were you made for?”
