Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

“I love this greedy wet cunt—”
“Come for me, my beautiful slut—”
“You’re fucking magnificent—”
“This gorgeous pussy is mine.”
I’m sobbing, jerking, coming so hard, I can’t catch my
breath. The contractions in my core are uncontrollable.
Thermonuclear. I feel as if I might explode.
All the while, he talks to me, a constant stream of tender
filth and beautiful profanity that somehow manages to make
me feel cherished and worshipped instead of debased.
He pulls out the dildo and replaces it with his cock, shoved
in hard to the hilt.
Then he curls a big hand firmly around the back of my
neck and holds me down as he fucks me.
I love it so much, I moan his name.
He winds an arm around my waist and drags me up to my
knees, then pushes my head down so my cheek is on the
mattress but my ass is in the air. He drives into me over and
over, his balls slapping against my pussy, a hand pulling my
hair.
The other hand is busy between my legs, tugging on and
stroking my throbbing clit, replacing the toy that fell out from
under me when he hiked me up.
“Kage…oh god…”
“Take it, baby. Take every inch of me.”
His cock is huge, fatter than the dildo even, long and
strong. I’m stretched open around him and so wet, it’s slipping
down my thighs. My breasts swing with every thrust of his
hips. I’m completely out of my mind with pleasure.
Which is the likely reason for what I say next.
“Spank me,” I whisper, clutching the sheets desperately.
“Spank my ass.”
“Not this time. You’re not ready.”