The Prey

“Don’t pull this stunt ever again,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear and hand teased between my thighs. “Don’t make me lock you and chain you to my bed.”

“Shut up,” I whispered forgetting everything but his fingers as they penetrated me.

“Make me,” he challenged pulling his fingers out and replacing them with the tip of his humungous cock.

I tried to push him away, but he caught my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand. His other hand slipped to my thigh, pulling me closer until I could feel every inch of him.

“You feel that?” he murmured. “That’s what you do...