“Mark,” I plead with him. “Please.” He pounds in me over and over, and I move one of my hands to my clit and slowly rub it.

“Are you playing with yourself?” he asks. When I nod my head, his hands leave my hips, and he squeezes my ass and pounds in again. “I told you,” he says, pounding between words. “Your pussy is mine.”

“Yes,” I tell him as I try to fuck him back, but I don’t know how much more I can do. I look over my shoulder at him, and his eyes watch as his cock slides in and out of me. “Harder.” His eyes fly to me, and he sees me watching him. He puts one thumb in his mouth and then when he pounds into me again, his finger goes in my ass, and the moan that comes out of me shocks me.

“This pussy,” he says as his cock pounds my pussy and his thumb fucks my ass. “Is mine.” It’s there again—the orgasm I’ve been chasing for the last I don’t know how long. My body has a sheen of sweat over it. I’m afraid to say anything or for him to stop. “This ass,” he says, using his hand to smack it, making my pussy shudder, “is mine.” He pounds into me, and my senses are on overload. I don’t even know what’s going on. All I know is that I’ll agree to anything.

“Say it,” he says again, smacking my ass harder this time and then rubbing it. “Or I stop fucking you.”

“No,” I cry out.

His cock and finger work at the same time. “Say it’s mine.” He teases me again and again, each time going fast until my pussy gets tighter and then slowing down.

“It’s yours,” I say softly, and he groans. “It’s yours.”

“Work your clit faster,” he says, and now he’s the one panting. His finger comes out of my ass, and his hands clench my hips so tight. He’s pounding into me so hard my knees come off the bed, and this time, he lets me have it.

“Come on my cock,” he says, and I don’t wait for him to tell me twice. He lets me come, and I swear I come longer than I’ve ever come before. Over and over again, my pussy convulses around his cock. Every single time I think it’s the end, it does it again.