by Celia Crown
If the sheets rip from my nails then it rips, I have tears flowing down the bed as I hiccup through a sob.
He’s trying to fuck the artistic side out of me so I would pay more attention to him. Jackson doesn’t like when I don’t give him my attention as he craves that more than my desire for a tasty sweetness.
I reasoned with him once that I can’t help when inspiration hits, there’s no guarantee that I might accidentally forget to look at him in a span of fifteen minutes.
He’s an over-sized housecat that needs persistent petting.
“Pay attention, little Lolita.” he snarls, a vicious thrust sends me a wave of shivers.
“I’m sorry,” I slur, but that’s all I say. I’m too drunk on his pounding cock to know what time it is and how long he’s been fucking the previous batch of cum out of my sopping cunt.
“Cum for me, darling,” he commands, my body is all too used to that demand as my pussy shudders.
Stars conquered my vision first before black haze seeps in just as quickly, staying until my body can no longer handle the shaking orgasm.
His thick cum paints my quivering walls once more, smearing its ownership with it settling deep and stickily on my cervix. My body is overly sensitive as jolts and twitches fire another round of sharp shivers that has me curling into the sheets to take away the painful pleasures.
I whimper wetly when he slowly rolls his hips, dragging a trail of fire against my straining slits. My pussy is sore and lecherously messy with his cum and mine webbing on his shaft.
How can he still be so hard and thick?
“One more, darling,” he whispers, “Give me one more and I’ll let you rest.”
I want to say no, but as soon as his cock pulls out to surge back in, my mind blanks with my coherency fleeing out the window.
My cunt opens for him, Jackson has my submission long ago as I accept the fact that I’ll never finish the sketch design today.
“Jack.” I mewl, our mixed cum sliding down my thigh.
I want him to ravish my body, but I’m aching in the most gratifying soreness.
My head turns and locks eyes with him.
He licks his lips, tracing his canine with sinister intentions shrouding his darkened eyes, effortlessly ensnarling me into his charm.
I could never win against him.
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