I was shaking with fury that I’d just attained pleasure with his root in me. Even more angry that I’d succumbed to it when I so clearly resented this man. But it’d felt like I didn’t even have time to think about it. To fight it.
Before I could process anything, I was shuddering around him. Making him clutch me and pull my body back against him as he rocked in rhythm to that clenching inside me. Savoring the feel of my body sucking him in.
How can he have this effect on me? I wanted to throw a tantrum like a child. Kicking and screaming but knew that doing so while he was planted in me would only bring him sordid pleasure.
“I can’t stand you!” I raged.
“But you bear my flesh so well.” He panted coaxingly. Still forcing in then sliding back. “And you just soaked my rod with your woma
