Page 64 of Torrid Passion
“You have a problem with my filthy mouth?”
“Too much,” I pray.
Slap.
“My little slut takes as much dirty talking as I dish out. Got that?”
“Yes!”
I’m practically delirious.
“Keep taking care of my cock, slut.”
Up and down. Up and down.
“That’s right, fuck me real good. Use Big Stallion’s huge cock to satisfy your filthy little pussy,” he urges.
It’s as if he’s doubled up on the dirty talking.
“Tell me you like bouncing off my balls, baby.”
“Oh, God, Loki.”
Slap.
“Wrong answer, Kyla.”
Slap.
My sob turns into a tortured moan.
“You don’t answer me and I’ll paint your sexy-as-fuck ass red. You have no idea what it does to me to see the imprint of my hand on your skin.”
“Yes!” I shout.
“Yes, what, my little slut?”
Oh, gosh.
“I fucking love bouncing off your balls.”
“Who’s balls?”
“Yours.”
“Who’s balls?” he repeats.
“Yours, Loki!”
“Now say it like a good little slut.”
“I fucking love bouncing off your balls, Loki.”
“Music to my ears. For the record, I fucking own your ass.”
You own every part of me.
“You wanted to know what was on the other side of nice? Welcome to the jungle,” he chuckles.
