Better To Be Bad

"Oh, please, Sir, please fuck me harder."

"You're a fucking hot cunt," he rumbled. Pounding my cunt even harder, his hands mauled my tits and he lightly bit my neck and shoulders.

"Fuck me, Sir, fuck my cunt," I panted. I couldn't get enough of him. He owned my cunt and at that moment, I knew he owned me too.

"You love my cock, don't you, slut?"

"Oh, yes, Sir. I love your cock!"

"Does my little bitch in heat want my come?"

"Yes, yes, yes! I want your come, Sir!"

"Beg me to fill my slut's cunt with my come," he rasped, nibbling my earlobe.

"Please, Sir, oh please, stuff your slut's cunt with your hot come. Your bitch in heat needs your come in her cunt."

With a feral growl, he thrust his cock so deeply into my cunt I swore I could feel it penetrating my womb. He sunk his teeth into my shoulder as he erupted inside me. A shattering orgasm tore through me, my body convulsing with pleasure at the first splash of his come inside my womb. My spasming cunt milking his cock, he filled me up with spurt after spurt of his boiling hot seed.

As his thrusts slowed and he pumped the last of his semen into my cunt, he placed wet kisses along my shoulder where his teeth had lightly marked my skin. My heart had begun to slow to a more normal rhythm, but that show of tenderness from him set it racing again.

He withdraw his softening cock from my cunt and turned me around to face him. Holding my chin with his thumb and index finger, his expression stern, he asked, "Who do you belong to, slut?"

"You, Sir," I said without hesitation. I'd never been more serious about anything in my life. "I'm your slut, Sir. For as long as you'll have me."

A devastating, roguish smile spread across his handsome face. "Well, it looks like Christmas came earlier this year. I got just what I wanted too. A horny little slut with a hot cunt."

And I got what I never knew I needed. A Master.

See, I knew it was better to be bad.



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