I wanted more. I asked for more.
When he grabbed at my cunt with a leather-gloved hand, my entire body began to quake.
“Ready to c*m, Scarlet?”
I was close, a hairsbreadth away. The increasing feelings were forced on by the action of his grasping hand. “Yes. Yes, Sir,” I barely heard the sound of my own voice.
“Then, let’s get it done.”
Two fingers pummeled the opening—three then four, I was sure his entire hand would suddenly burst into my v****a and shake me to my core. He came close. I remained delirious wanting than much of his power inside me, and even the hurt that would accompany that ruthless act. But it was all over just short of that outcome. I was screaming, jerking back and forth. He could not contain the violent thrashing of my body as the climax tore through me, even wit
