Whatever he wants

Still kneeling, you tear your eyes from his... massive... glorious... Stop! Snap out of it! ...cock and look him in the eye. Your whole body is hot, sensitive. You haven't calmed down at all from the thorough fucking you just got. You're wound tight, like a spring, at the edge of orgasm even now, but unable to cross it. You can't ignore it, and you don't want to. The thought of **** has disappeared. All thought has disappeared. All that remains is pure animal lust.

“I dare you to do whatever you want,” you purr, mirroring his words to you from earlier. By the time you finish speaking, he has you on your back and enters you. Your mind shorts out, and the body takes over. You writhe beneath him, legs wrapped tight around his waist, pulling him back in each time he slides out. He fucks you slowly this time, gently, savouring every single second, every inch of you.

You're so lost in the moment that you can't even form words to beg for him to fill you, to breed you. You don't need to. It's already been decided. You just let your bodies intertwine, pulsing and groaning, becoming one. You get lost in Steve's eyes. They're so beautiful and cold, but beneath that coldness intense desire shines through. He really wants this, wants you.

It feels incredible. To be wanted. Desired. Owned. Fucked. You mewl impatiently, **** for your happy ending. Every stroke he makes inside you takes an eternity. This is where you belong. You want to spend every waking moment underneath your bully. The shame just turns you on harder. This is all you are, all you'll ever be: you bully's breeding bitch. You've never been happier, and then...