Property

“Use your voice. I want to hear you say my name.” Her head is tilted back as his fingers trace vertical lines on her neck, hair firmly held in his other hand that’s curled into a fist. She closes her eyes and her lips as tightly as she can as his fingertips attempt entrance to her mouth; she shakes her head a few times, and he lets go of her hair to smack her ass. “Stay still,” he commands, and he hits her on the lips a few times before sliding his fingers in. She says nothing, remains silent—completely focused on the task of sucking on his fingers and wetting them before they enter elsewhere.

Finally, he removes his fingers and releases her hair, throwing her forward as she coughs and gasps. Nails graze her thighs as he plays with the hem of her skirt, flipping it up and revealing two round orbs of flesh. “This belongs to me,” he whispers into her ear, flicking the tip of his tongue over her earlobe and biting down to stifle a groan. He wraps a hand around her neck to keep her steady, and slides two of his fingers into her heat.

She gasps and clenches around him, involuntarily, and he drives in another finger. “It’s mine, don’t you see,” he asks, but not really asking at all as he removes his fingers to undo his zipper. The sound of the shuffling of fabric echoes against the tiles in the kitchen, and she feels her entire body being lifted as she’s pressed face first against the counter. His engorged cock enters her body, filling her until her ass presses against his abdomen. He starts to move into her, and then bends over her body to growl in her ear.

"Give me everything."