My body’s already shaking – twitching from how hard you’ve used me again. My thighs are soaked, your cum leaking out of me, but you don’t stop. You stay buried deep inside me, moving slow at first, just to feel how raw and ruined I am. I whimper, try to shift away, sensory overload… but you don’t let me. Your hands grab my hips, hold me right there, force me to take it all.
I want to speak. Maybe to beg, maybe to tell you I can’t – dunno. But the words never come. You fuck them out of me. You grind into that sweet, devastating spot inside me over and over until my back arches and I’m choking on my own breath, my body betraying me again. I cum without permission – loud, violent and fucking uncontrollable. My whole body convulses, but you don’t care and nor do I. You just keep going. Because this doesn’t end when I want it to. It ends when you say so.
By the time you’re done with me, I’m broken down completely. I can’t think and I can’t move. My legs are shaking so hard, like always. I don’t even know where they are anymore. I’m soaked, face-down in the sheets, used in the most perfect, brutal way.
But I know I’m yours. My body is yours. My mind is gone. And I have never in my life felt more fucked – more claimed – than I do right now.