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And God help me—I love it.
I love the way he’s ruining me. I love the stretch, the burn, the wet sound of his cock slamming into my cunt like it’s always belonged there.
“Yours,” I choke out.
The word rips from my throat like it hurts to give, but his growl that follows is feral. His grip shifts from my hair to the back of my neck, shoving me down, forcing me flat with my face pressing into the couch. My ass is still raised, and I’m still split wide open around him.
Still. Fucking. His.
And I don’t want it to end.
“Good fucking girl.”
My pussy clenches—greedy and desperate—just from those three words. Instantly soaking him, as it drips down my thighs like I’ve been starving for this all along.Which, to be fair, I have.
He slams into me again—hard—and I cry out, my face mashed into the couch, helpless under the weight of him. I love the way he uses me like I was made for it.
"Look at you," he snarls. “You wanted a god?”
His next thrust knocks the air out of me, and my vision blurs.
“You fucking got one.”
I’m spiraling. And not just from his cock. From his voice, and the way he says it.
Okay, fine. I wanted it the whole time. I wanted the monster, the god. The faceless fucking storm I crawled to worship. Something inside me needed to be ruined, to be split in half by someone who wouldn’t flinch when I broke.
And now that he’s inside me—claiming me with every fucking thrust—there’s no coming back from it. There’s no pretending I didn’t ask for this.
My body isn’t mine anymore—just raw nerve endings and a pulse that beats for him.
Each thrust knocks a sound out of me I don’t recognize—broken, and completely unhinged.
Another orgasm builds low in my spine, and it’s impossible to hold back.
He owns me right now.
Body. Breath. Soul.
And I’ve never been wetter in my fucking life.
“Please,” I gasp. My voice is gone, as my nails claw at the couch like I can hold on to something. But there’s no holding on.
There’s only him.
He pulls out—just long enough to slap the head of his cock against my clit.
I jerk, moaning. This shouldn’t feel this good. I’m right there, strung up and shaking, one touch away from seeing stars.Oh my God, where has this man been all my life?
He thrusts back in—only deeper this time. More unforgiving. This man isn’t just fucking me—he’s claiming me. He’s marking places no one’s ever touched. Places I didn’t even know I had.
And I feel iteverywhere.
“Steven—please—” I gasp, drooling into the couch, not even trying to hide how wrecked I am. “I can’t—I need?—”
His hand wraps tight around my throat. “You wanna be my good girl, don’t you?” he growls.
Fuck.
