Page 31 of His Innocent Mate

“I love it.” It’s not a lie.

He drives into me relentlessly. I’m nothing more than a toy to him now. An object. His filthy little whore.

He’s a different man, and I made him this way.

Sometimes, I hate myself.

“God, I love your defiant little titties,” he growls.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

He slaps my breasts as they rebound, making me burn with humiliation, but I don’t hate what he does to me. How he makes me feel.

If only he’d rub my clit a little, I’d come without question, but Brock likes to deny me release. Making me earn it.

That I’ll admit to hating.

“Shit, you’re tight,” he rasps under his breath, driving in harder and deeper. His fingers dig into my hips as though he’s scared I’ll up and leave.

Little does he know that I have a secret. Something that will change everything.

He presses forward, his pubic bone rubbing against my clit.

“Oh, fuck!” I cry as the air is stolen from my lungs.

“God, that fucking mouth of yours!” Brock pulls out, and I pout.

Rising to a stand, he holds his cock out for me and grabs my hair.

“Look at the mess you made,” he says, rubbing the wet head across my lips. “Now suck it clean like the good little slut you are.”

I do so eagerly, hoping he’ll call me his good girl again, because while I do enjoy being his filthy whore, I miss those times we’d had together.

I should be grossed out by what he’s making me do. Instead, I’m aroused. I love my flavor coating his cock, and I’ll gladly lick him clean.

“God, you’re filthy,” he rasps angrily. He pulls out of my mouth and places his cock between my small breasts.

“What are you doing?” I blurt.

“I’m about to titty fuck you.”

Is that even a thing?

“They’re too small.”

“Oh, they’re plenty fuckable. Now grab your pretty titties and wrap them around my cock.”

I do as he says, and he ruts into them. Which is obscene.

His breathing goes jagged, as it does before he’s about to come.

“Bet you want me to come in that sweet little cunt of yours,” he snarls.

For some reason, he’s bitter that I want to get pregnant, even though it’s why we were both brought here.

“Nope,” I say nonchalantly. “I’d rather you come in my mouth.”

“And miss out on a chance at getting pregnant?”

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