I slide the head of my cock into her pussy, and the feel of her—hot, slick, clenching like her body’s trying to pull me deeper—is fucking magic.
I thrust into her.
Her hands slap against the tile, and her moans echo off the walls.
I thrust harder. Punishing. And her greedy cunt tightens around me like she can’t decide if she wants to push me out or pull me deeper.
She’s so fucking tight.
I reach around her, rough fingers twisting her nipple until she gasps.
I want her to feel this.
I want her to know exactly what it feels like to come on my cock, on my hand, on my face.
I want her to crave it. Crave me.
I want her to come back for more—crawling if she has to.
Anissa loves sex.
Now she’ll love sex withme.
She can run, but I’ll always find her. I’ll always give chase.
But the way I’ll truly tether her to me is simple.
I’ll make her addicted to me—to my cock, to my tongue. To the way her body feels after I’ve filled her with my seed.
Pregnant.
Ruined.
Mine.
That’s how I’ll prove myself to the Bratva.
I watch her body as I drive into her. Watch the muscles in her back tense and flex. Watch her neck arch and her breath stutter.
I sink my teeth into her shoulder, and her moan breaks apart like she’s falling.
I cup her breast, palm heavy and rough against her skin. She doesn’t flinch—doesn’t move. But when I flick her nipple, her body jerks.
And when I press my thumb to her tight little asshole while I fuck her…
That sharp cry? That’s the sound I’ll replay in my head every time I close my eyes.
“Kinky, beautiful girl,” I purr, licking the sweat from her throat. “Look how dirty you fucking are. You want me to take your ass, too, don’t you?”
She shudders, her voice low and seductive. “What you’re doing right now? It’s perfect.”
My cock throbs inside her, watching the red welts bloom across her ass. My teeth mark is dark on her shoulder.
I want her wet with my cum.
Dripping with it.
Owned by me.
