Damien
"Yes," her response echoes down to my cock making me even much harder.
"Good!" I growl, with a victorious grin spreading over my face. Fuck! I better make this good.
Slipping my index finger into her, I slowly circle around her…fuck, she's soaking.
"You're so deliciously wet. God, I want you." I thrust my finger inside her, and she cries out. She's hot and tight and wet, and I want her. I thrust into her again, taking her cries into my mouth. I press my palm to her clitoris…pushing down…pushing around. She cries out and writhes beneath me. Fuck, I want her—now. She's ready.
I kneel up between her legs, pushing them farther apart. Raula watches me with —what? Trepidation? Fear?
I position myself so I can take her at my whim. Her eyes are open wide, imploring me. She really wants this…as much as I do. Should I be gentle and prolong the agony, or do I go for it?
I go for it. I need to possess her.
