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Her hips sway on the bed, her hands lifting to her breasts and resting there.

“That’s it,” I breathe the words, the hot air on her damp pussy making her cry out. “That’s my good girl.”

She’s animalistic and raw and fucking wonderful, chasing her pleasure.

Prue makes me want to work harder for her. Put in more effort.

When I dated or hooked up with other women, I cared about their pleasure. I wasn’t one of those dicks who chased their climax and used the person they were with as a means to an end. No, fuck that.

But Prue’s pleasure isn’t just something Icareabout. The longer I lick and nip and kiss her pink little clit, I grow more obsessed.

The need to claim her blinds me. The desire to have her orgasm frommylips becomes more important than breathing.

Emboldened by my possessiveness, I close my lips on her clit and suck. I suck her so hard I’m beginning to worry I might draw blood.

Might stir her from her sleep.

Then I realize I don’t care.

She’s my girl. It’s my pussy to do with as I please.

And if she happens to wake up while I take what’s mine… Well, so be it.

“Please!” she yells. Her fingers flex on her tits, her head thrashing from side to side. “Yes,Theo, please. Touch me, please.”

There’s no mistaking my name.Mymotherfucking name. The owner of her pleasure. The man who’ll tear down buildings so that she’ll be happy.

And at this moment, she’ll find her joy when she orgasms.

I’m here for it.

For every second of it.

“As you wish,” I whisper.

As a reward, I eat her out. All the while, fucking my fist hard and fast.

Prue says my name again. Her arousal drips on my chin as she locks my head between her hips.

And I do exactly as she asks. I give her every bit of pleasure. Every ounce of love I have in me until she comes apart on my face.

I stay with her, waiting out for the last wave of her orgasm to subside, for her muscles to relax around me.

“I’m so proud of you.” I kiss her clit, and she shivers some more.

I’m not finished, though. Seeing her unravel has my cock harder than ever before.

My need to own her eviscerates any sense of decency.

I get off her bed, arranging Prue’s sleeping body so her head rests at the edge. I lean over on one hand, aligning my cock above her parted lips.

“Going to be my good little girl, won’t you, Prue?” I groan as I start moving my palm along the taut skin of my dick. “Going to take every drop of my cum in your pretty mouth.”

She doesn’t say anything other than breathe. I don’t pause for a second. I’m mesmerized by her body, by her cunt. By her innocent, sleeping face.

“Fuck.” I squeeze myself harder, feeling the pressure building, my climax seconds from imploding all over her face.

It’s not where I want it, though. She’s going to have me inside her.

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