Папочкин ангел

“I need to clean up,” she protests.I turn her then grip her throat and drag her closer. “No you don’t. You’re going to walk out there with my cum dripping from your pussy. You’re going to get in my car with me, and if you’re a good girl, I’ll fuck you on the way home.”“And if I’m not?” she whispers dangerously.“I’ll fuck you on the way home but won’t let you come. Then, back at mine, I’ll fuck you again, driving you crazy until you’re begging to come, and only then will I let you. Your orgasms are mine now, your body is mine, and I haven’t had nearly enough, Angel. I plan on having you all night long, and maybe even the next day and the next. Only when I’m satisfied will I let you go.”

I realise just how fucking much I need him. I don’t want to walk this world alone. Not ever again. I want our lazy Sundays in each other’s arms, and slow, drugging kisses and exploring, teasing touches. I want his laughter. I want his mind and his comfort. I want his pride and his love. I want his kindness, his determination. I want to see the way he sees the world. I want his texts and his dirty promises, his thick, strong hands holding me close. I want his affection like I’m the only one he has ever loved. As if my body is his drug and he’s an addict.