You were so relieved to get what you wanted. To get what you needed, to get what you deserved for being such a bad little tart. Giving him those pleading, simpering looks. Teasing him and taunting him and driving him and his hormones and all his potent testosterone to the point of not being able to control himself. You whimper an apology as he wraps his hand around your neck, growling back an order: say thank you while I fill you up until you’re puffy and bruised and abused and begging to finish like you need it more than air. Your feet lose contact with the floor, and then before you know what’s happening, there it is in all its hot throbbing glory, making you whole and using you the way you were always meant to be used. The corners of your mouth curl slightly in delight as your cheeks flush and sweat beads your collarbone. You feel yourself give in to the dizziness of lack of oxygen as he watches your face turn red and begin to relax on your next inhale as you forget to remember to think. Suddenly you’re full of more than you’ve ever thought possible as you feel his palm dash against the exquisite beauty of your rosy cheek. Your eyes lock, he sees you want more but he hesitates, the beating inside his chest tells you this night will end with him making it feel like jelly between your legs. “Not so fun when it’s you being teased is it”, he coos lowly as your heart begins to beat with his