Bite Me Plz

But behind closed doors, he’s a completely different person. He conditions me to constantly be dripping wet for him. To be his little slut. Of course if I ever told any one they would never believe me, he’s just too good of a guy to ever have nefarious motives…

i looked up at her from between her legs, my chin slick with her, and gave her a predatory smile. "we're not done yet," i said, my voice low. "we're just getting started."

before she could protest, i slid two fingers inside her, crooking them to find that spongy, sensitive spot on her front wall. my other hand went to her clit, not with gentle circles, but with sharp, fast, relentless flicks

her back arched off the bed immediately, a guttural cry tearing from her throat. "no, please, i can't," she begged, her hands trying to push mine away. i easily overpowered her, pinning her wrists down with one hand

"yes, you can," i grunted, my fingers a blur of motion. "you will." the second orgasm hit her like a freight train, violent and overwhelming. her whole body seized, a silent scream on her lips as her cunt clamped down on my fingers like a vise

i didn't stop. i didn't even slow down. i kept going, forcing her through the peak and into the agonizing pleasure that followed. tears were streaming down her face now, her words dissolving into incoherent babbling

"pleasepleaseplease," she chanted, not even knowing what she was begging for. her third orgasm was less of a peak and more of a plateau, a continuous, rolling wave of forced ecstasy that left her sobbing and convulsing.

her clit was swollen and hypersensitive, every touch a jolt of pure electricity. i could feel her muscles start to give out, her body going limp except for the uncontrollable spasms racking her frame

"one more," i commanded, my voice harsh. "give me one more." i added a third finger, stretching her, and sucked her throbbing clit into my mouth, grazing it with my teeth. that's what did it

her eyes rolled back into her head, and a final, broken cry escaped her lips as her body gave one last, powerful shudder. she was completely limp, a boneless, tear-stained, gasping mess on the bed

You’re pacing in front of me, your arms crossed, that little vein pulsing in your temple. You’re spitting fire. Something about my attitude, about how I never listen. Your voice is sharp, your words are clever. You’ve built a case against me, brick by angry brick.

And I’m just sitting here on the edge of the bed, letting it wash over me.

I’m not hearing the logic. I’m watching the way your hips sway when you turn. I’m watching your breasts heave under your t-shirt with every furious breath you take. I’m listening to the raw, ragged edge in your voice that only comes out when you’re truly pissed off.

That’s what I want. Not your apology. Not your surrender. I want your rage.