“Now be a good girl and take what I give you,” I whispered, teasing her with my length, her slick already coating me.
She tilted her hips for me, a silent plea for more.
“You see? We fit,” I said, gripping her hip, easing in deeper so she could feel it. “You were built to be bred.”
“Silas, I… I need you, please,” she whispered, breath hitching.
“Tell me what you need, little toy,” I murmured, nipping at her shoulder as my hand slid from her belly up to her breasts.
She leaned back into me, offering herself without hesitation. Not out of submission—but trust.
That trust was essential.
My hand cupped her breast gently, thumb brushing over the peak as I pressed closer.
“I’ll give you everything,” I said into her skin. “Not just my name. Not just my legacy. You’ll have me—whole.”
Her breath caught as I rolled my hips against her, slow and deliberate.
“I want to feel all of you,” she whispered.
I buried my face in her neck, breathing in the scent of her skin—of us.
No anger. No revenge. Just the quiet ache of wanting something real.
She was warm, open, already clenching in anticipation, and I pressed forward—prying her open to give her what she asked for.
What we both needed.
She wrapped around me like a vice—hot, silken, desperate—and I nearly lost control. My tight little fucktoy was a revelation.
The sunlight poured in, catching her hair, lighting her up like a fucking offering.
My perfect little cunt. My undoing.
Her hands were on the glass, back arched, thighs parted in surrender.
She didn’t flinch, didn’t fear me. She gave herself over like she already knew I was hers to ruin.
Her cunt gripped me with each breath, each trembling gasp, and all I could think was mine.
Mine to fill. Mine to breed. Mine to destroy and worship in equal measure.
I wanted to fuck her through the glass until the neighbours knew her name. Until they understood no one else would ever get this close to her.
And still—it wasn’t enough.
“Press those fat tits against the glass,” I hissed. “Let everyone see how much you love my cock inside you. Show the world what a good toy looks like.”
She obeyed without a sound. Her breath fogged the glass in quick, shallow bursts. Her skin flushed under the sunlight, and my name slipped from her lips like prayer and possession rolled into one.
I lifted her leg in the air and drove home—deep, hot, tight.
Her whine cracked into a cry as I gave us what we both needed.
“Yeah, you love that, don’t you? You love being owned,” I panted, fingers digging into her hip and thigh, holding her exactly where I wanted.
“Ooh—y-yes,” she stuttered, nails scraping down the glass, too far gone to care if the world saw.
