68: You’re my slut

SCARLETT

When he let go of my hands while both our chests were heaving, I assumed that he was done with me. But when he gripped my night dress and completely tore it off me, I realized that he definitely wasn’t.

“I plan to fuck you until your holes are too sore to accept another man’s cock,” he lifted me off the bed easily before pushing me against the wall.

The thought of him claiming me over and over until I was sore sounded fantastic, so much that I could feel my wetness dripping unto my inner thighs.

“You’ve been avoiding me while desperately dying for me to fuck you again,” his fingers were inside me again, pushing in and out at a painfully slow pace.

I shut my eyes and moved, practically fucking his fingers to prove that his words about my desperation were right.

“Oh, god….” I bit my lower lip when he cupped my breast and squeezed it before pressing his thick, bulging erection flat against my back.

Despite the fact that he’d just rearranged my guts minutes ago, I wanted him insi