Take me further

I think about your hands on me all the time. And I know when you finally get them on me again, you won’t be gentle. You won’t ease in. You’ll pin me down, shove my legs apart, and fuck yourself so deep into me I’ll feel it right through me. There won’t be any teasing. No words. Just you taking what’s yours – using my needy, dripping body exactly how I crave.

You’ll tell me to get on my knees, face down, ass up – because you know that’s where I belong. And I’ll obey, soaked and trembling before you even touch me. You’ll grab my hips, spread me open, and slam into me so hard it knocks the breath out of my lungs. And I’ll love it. Every second. I’ll gasp, drool, moan into the mattress while you ruin me with each thrust of fucking me like you own me. Because you do.

You won’t stop. Not when I shake, not when I beg. You’ll fill me, stretch me, use me, again and again, until I’m soaked, leaking, and completely gone for you. No control. No thought. Just wrecked, filthy, and full.

And when you decide to make me cum, you won’t let me do it easily. You’ll spread me out, tie me if you have to, make me squirm while your fingers are inside me, your tongue teasing my clit, the Lush pulsing right where I can’t take it. You’ll keep me on the edge – right there – then stop. Over and over. Until I’m crying with how badly I need to cum. Until my voice breaks and I’m begging with everything I have.

You’ll smile when I whimper. You always do. Whisper how close I am, then pull away just to hear me plead again. Because you know I need to be owned like this. To be made to wait. And when you finally let me fall apart, you won’t let me stop. You’ll keep going. I’ll cum so hard my body jerks, my legs give out like always, and I forget my name. All I’ll know is you – your voice, your cock, your hands – and the way you break me perfectly, every single time.