“You’re greedy. Do you think greedy little girls get whatever they want?” I asked. My fingers pump in and out of her p***y. She cries out as I f**k her with my fingers fast and hard.
“No,” she whimpers.
“That’s right. They don’t, but you like being a bad girl, don’t you? You like making me angry. You like it when I hurt you. You like it when I take my anger out on you and you like it when I tell you how dirty you are. Say it,” I demand.
“Yes, Alpha,” she moans.
She isn’t who I want, but at this moment she can be what I need. I watch as her arousal seeps down my knuckles. I watch as my fingers disappear and reappear from her wetness. The sounds from my movements are filling like music to my ears. Her p***y clenches my fingers, she’s close. Right before she’s about to come, I stop.
“Say
