"This pussy is mine," he growls out as he continues to stab his thick flesh into me over and over again. "Isn't it?"
I don't realize he really wants an answer until he slows down, and I let out a cry of distress.
My eyes are wild as I look up at his. "Who's pussy is this, Katie?" he asks me, his own eyes half-crazed with lust.
"Yours," I say breathily, never meaning anything more. It's true. I'm his. I can't ever imagine being with anyone else this way.
"Say my name," he demands, pleads.
I lick my lips, and he groans before leaning down to kiss me again. "Justin," I moan his name against his mouth.
"Good girl," he praises me, his voice deep and husky. "When you come all over my cock, you say my name. You hear me, sweet girl?"
"Oh god!" I call out as I feel every muscle inside me clench.
"Motherfucker!" Justin pants as he stabs jerkily inside me, harder and deeper than before. "Yes, I'm right there with you, baby. Katie, oh, Katie!"
"Justin!" I scream his name as pleasure unlike anything I've ever known blasts through me.
"Fuck yes, baby," he's growling as he continues to plow into me. Somehow, I feel him getting even harder and larger inside me, and then he's calling out my name as he spills himself into me in a gush of blinding hot heat.
He's smothering my face with kisses, nuzzling my neck, whispering promises in my ear.
How I'm his, how he's going to take care of me, how he's never going to let me go, how he's going to be so good for me, I'll see.
And I believe him.