I shouldn't go to her, I shouldn't touch her, but there's only one word echoing inside my head, and it's take.
Without thinking it through, I lift her off the ground and turn so that I'm sitting on the bed and she's straddling my lap. I grab her hair and pull her head back as my mouth melds to hers. Sleeping next to her last night wasn't a possibility. I was too f*****g hard to sleep, and her curves pressed against me made it worse. Then she climbed on top of me and began to ride my shaft like it was a saddle.
I'm only so strong, and the way she begged so prettily made me want to breed her.
The tiny scrap of a towel I tied around my waist when I came out of the bathroom is pushed away by her eager fingers. She grabs my shaft with both hands, and I groan into her mouth.
"Little bit, you
