“C’mon baby, just a little more.” Anakin crooned, watching you helplessly bounce on his cock. You were sputtering, overstimulated, and begging him to let you cum.

You cried as he grabbed your hips, forcing you all the way down and holding you still. You fell forward, holding yourself up by your forearms on his chest, shimmering with sweat.

“I’ll let you cum if you do one thing for me.” He tilted his head, a sly smirk on his face.

“Anything, Ani-“ You moaned, tears running down your face and hair a mess.

“Spell my name. With your hips.” He borderline growled, relishing how your legs shook a little at his dominance.

You nodded profusely, and he grabbed your waist, sitting you up on his cock, eliciting a whimper from you.

Steadily, you began with the ‘A’. Every “stroke” was agony, the way his cock massaged your insides and brought you closer and closer to your orgasm.

‘N’ had his cock rubbing against your G-spot, and you whined, but persisted.

‘A’, again.

“Good girl. Just a few more letters and you can release.” In contrast to his encouraging words, he grabbed your neck, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

‘K’ resulted in you bumping your poor, swollen clit against his pubic bone, and you shook violently, doing everything you could to prevent yourself from cumming without permission.

“Two more, doll. Just 2.” His grip on your throat tightened and you choked a little.

With ‘I’, you tried to “write” it as a simple line. He clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

“Mm-mm. Do it right, slut. Don’t get lazy on me.”

You whined, doing it again and adding the lines on top and bottom. He nodded in approval.

‘N’ took all of your effort, and with the final stroke he smiled.

“Good girl, cum for me.”

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