Wolfie

but that doesn’t matter. not when she still has more to give

fingers deep inside her, curling slow, then fast, then slow again

cruel, deliberate, unrelenting

she gasps, claws at the sheets, and then she breaks, hips jerking as she cums with a strangled cry

again

i don't give her time to breathe. my mouth replaces my fingers, tongue dragging over her clit, lips sucking, teeth grazing just enough to make her jolt

she’s sensitive. too sensitive. her whole body bucks, but i hold her down, tasting her desperation, swallowing every shudder

again

her pleas are incoherent now. just slurred words and gasps between cries

“no- please- wait- i can’t- ”

but her body tells a different story. it knows what to do. it clenches, it pulses, it grinds against my face like it’s begging for more

so i give her more

again

i flip her over, shove her knees apart, cock sliding in deep. she’s already twitching, overstimulated, ruined

but i fuck her like she isn’t. like she didn’t already cum half a dozen times. like she was made for this. like that cunt exists to be broken open

again

she cums mid-sentence, voice cracking on a moan. tears streaming down her face, drool slick on her lips. her body gives in before her mind can catch up

and then i bring out the toy

press it to her swollen clit and she screams. thrashes. sobs. begs me to stop. but she’s still so pretty when she breaks

and i’m not done

again

and again

until her thighs won’t stop twitching

until her voice is gone

until her body gives out beneath me

and even then, even then, i don’t stop

she’ll cum her brains out for me

over and over and over

until she forgets who she is

and remembers only this :

mine

mine

i’d take my time learning you. the spot on your neck that makes you go still. the way your breathing changes right before something is exactly right. the difference between the sound you make when it's good and the sound you make when it's perfect. i need to know all of it by heart. i want to get there faster every time. i’ll memorize your body better than you know it yourself and use that knowledge like it belongs to me. because it does. you gave it to me. every tell, every sound, every place that makes you gasp..that's mine. i collect it and i keep it and i use it every single time.

i want to get so good at you specifically that your body responds before your brain even catches up. that i know exactly where to put my hands before you have to ask. that you relax the second i touch you because you already know i'm going to take care of you. that you stop having to think about it at all and just get to feel. i want to condition you to that. want you to associate my hands with relief. with being completely taken care of. with knowing you don't have to do anything except lie there and receive it.

and i need it. i genuinely need it. need to hear your breath catch when i find the right spot. need to feel your hips shift toward my hand. need those sounds you make when something is exactly right. they do something to me i can't explain.. every sound you make is proof that i'm doing something right, that i'm giving you something you need, and i am so hungry for that proof. so desperate for it. i could spend hours just chasing those sounds.

i need to make you cum. need to feel it and hear it and know i did that. know my hands and my mouth and my attention did that to you. there is nothing…nothing… that feels better than that. than feeling you get there because of me. because i paid attention. because i needed to learn you. because i wanted you to feel good more than i wanted anything else.

i want to be so good at you that you forget anyone else ever tried. i want to ruin the comparison entirely. need you to think about my hands when you're trying to fall asleep. i want to be the standard you measure everything against without meaning to. not because i want to control you, but because i want to matter to you that specifically. i want to be that embedded in how good you feel. i want my name to be the thing your body associates with finally getting exactly what it needs.