FORTY THREE The Heir of the Throne

"Oh, that's f*cking good, babe! Yes!" her hips were writhing while I thrust harder. Her scream was f*cking giving me incredible insanity. I was aware that Luke and Mariana could hear us, but who cared?

"Like this, kitty? Want more?" I groaned. I felt I was close to c*m. My right hand gripped her butt cheek tight, while my left tugged a volume of her hair, making her moan. Based on her expression, her sultry sound was both for pain and pleasure.

"Yes, babe! Yes. Oh, Martin!" the way she called my name was melody in my ears, d*mn I wanted all of her. From the strand of her hair to the tip of her toenail. "Babe, I'm gonna c*m!" she screamed.

"Not yet, kitty!" I commanded. "Disobey me, and you'll face my punishment!" I told her while I kept thrusting her p*ssy.

I heard a whimper as she bit her lower lip, her doe eyes were fixed on me. "Babe, let me, please!" every time she was about to c*m, I would stop or slow down. The look of frustration was written all over her reddish face.