Do you want me to fuck you like a slut?

Freda’s POV

“Do you like how I make you feel?” Hardin asked as his fingers traced over the curves of my breasts, down to the soft skin of my stomach. He grabbed me closer to him and whispered in my ear: "You're mine."

I felt his breath against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. He took hold of my hair and pulled my head back, exposing my throat to him. His lips brushed against my skin, leaving a trail of kisses down to my collarbone. He nibbled on my earlobe, sending a rush of pleasure through my body. His hands slid down my sides, cupping my ass in his hands. He squeezed hard, making me moan with pleasure. He bent down and ran his tongue along the seam of my thighs, teasing me until I couldn't take it anymore.

Then He stood up and pushed me down onto the bed, and told me to spread my legs wide. He took hold of my ankles and pulled them apart, exposing my pussy to him.

"I want you to take off your clothes and touch yourself while I watch," Hardin said as he stood in front of me