Page 65 of Torrid Love
“Who does this gorgeous little clit belong to?”
“Huh?”
“Who does this little clit belong to?” he repeats.
“You.” The word slips so effortlessly from my lips.
“Who?”
“You, Rod.”
“Better. I want this little clit that belongs to me to fucking explode.”
“Jesus, Rod. I can’t.”
“No, Dom. The answer is, ‘Yes, Rod’, or, ‘I will, Rod’. If you’re so inclined, ‘Your wish is my command, Rod’ works too. Try again.” I ready myself to protest again, but he won’t have it. “Tsk.”
“Argh,” I grunt.
Rod puts even more pressure against my clit as he rubs his cock hard against it.
“Give me what I want, Dom,” he demands.
Don’t even ask me how it happens, but my body obeys and before I know it, I’m freefalling.
“Rod, this feels so fucking good,” I sob.
“That’s it, baby.” And he rubs his cock faster.
“I’m coming,” I wail.I’m so loud.“Oh, my God, I’m coming again, Rod.” My pussy contracts in mind-blowing pulses as I ride my second toe-curling orgasm.
Dear God.
“My cock is for your pleasure. Remember that.”
No sooner have the words escaped his lips than he drives into me with force.
Shit.
He’s huge.
My pussy convulses widely, clenching around his intrusion as I relish in the aftermath of my climax. His sheer size and the way his fingers rub against my pussy as he drives into me elicit another orgasm.
What is this guy doing to me?
“Oh, Rod!” I shout at the top of my lungs.
His hungry cock plows through me with determination, pounding hard and filling me completely. His thrusts are so assertive, they disarm me.
He’s merciless.
Unrepentant.
Relentless.
“Fuck, Dom.” My desperate pussy weeps with pleasure. “Baby, I’m close, but I come when you come.”
“I already did. Twice,” I pant, nearly panicked.
