She said, "I like it rough,"
so l didn't just pull her hair — I owned her moans.
One hand on her throat, the other gripping her waist like I built her for this.
Now she's trembling, marked, whispering
"again" like it's a prayer.
And I'm far from finished.
so l didn't just pull her hair — I owned her moans.
One hand on her throat, the other gripping her waist like I built her for this.
Now she's trembling, marked, whispering
"again" like it's a prayer.
And I'm far from finished.