I reached down between us and played with my clit, pushing myself closer and closer to the edge.
“Good girl,” he cooed, looking down between us and watching us fit together over and over again. “God, you’re perfect,” he moaned.
His constant praise lit me up. It was such a change from how he normally treated me that it was all the more special. Heat grew and spread through my belly and spine, making my toes curl.
“Ask,” he ordered.
“Please?”
He held my eyes with his for a moment, changing his angle and hitting a whole new spot. My mouth fell open, and my mind went blank. I could barely breathe as he rutted into me.
“Come.”
It was like a gunshot, a lightning bolt of shock through my body. My muscles contracted and released, fluttering and gripping his cock. He kept up his pace but hit that spot inside me harder, making me cry out his name as wave after wave of the orgasm rushed through me.
I was a rag doll pinned between him and the wall, there to be used and fucked as he wished, and I loved every minute of it.
He cried out my name as his own orgasm rushed through his body. I could feel him inside of me, his cock jerking and spilling into me, painting my insides and claiming me as his. He smacked my ass as he came down, both of us panting and sweaty.
“Now I need another shower.”
He smiled and kissed me, his lips soft against my own.
“I’ll help you,” he said with a wink. My insides flipped at the promises that look gave.