She gagged but didn't stop. Couldn't stop. This was the closest she'd gotten to what she needed and she wasn't going to waste it.
Tears streamed down her face from the effort, from the stretch, from the overwhelming need to please him.
When he finally pulled out, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock, she whimpered at the loss.
"Bedroom. Now." She scrambled to her feet and ran, her legs unsteady, her body trembling with anticipation.
He followed slowly, predatory, taking his time because he knew she was already his. There was nowhere for her to run. Nowhere she wanted to run. When he entered the bedroom, she was already on the bed, legs spread, waiting. Offering herself completely.
"So eager," he murmured, stalking toward her like a wolf approaching a lamb.
"So desperate. Tell me, piccola. What do you want?"
"You. Inside me. Please."
"Not good enough. Be specific."
