PART 2

You wake up the next morning, trying to get your head straight after eating the Molly last night. I come in the room with a tray full of breakfast. You smile at me and I return it. But you don't know what I'm planning in my head. I place the tray down and take the strawberries, dipping them in the chocolate I put the strawberry on your lips. You prop your lips open to swallow the fruit to treat your hungry stomach.

But I just smear the chocolate on your lips and then eat the strawberry myself. Then I take off my clothing in a split second and climb on your now sober self. You try to push me away with the little strength you have, but that doesn't even budge me. I smile at you and then grab your hands. Pinning them over your head I speak softly in your ear,

"Oh come on doll... You didn't even let me do what I wanted to last night... Now that you are sober, I want you to act like my obedient little girl..."

Then I kiss your lips and taste the delicious chocolate that is smeared on your lucious and swollen lips. You try to tug onto my hold on your hands but I do not let you go. Instead I flip you on your stomach and give your ass a tight smack. You whimper the way I want. And that voice satisfies my ego. The ego of being the only man that can make you whimper and beg more for my dick and touch.

With my free hand I pull your hair away from your neck and begin sucking onto the already marked flesh. You once again whimper and moan under me. And that makes me happy. I play with your neck, nibbling and sucking onto it to make sure it's a darkest shade of purple. Then I let go of your hands and grab your curvy waist with them. You give me a look of confusion from over your shoulder and I smirk. Then I shove my hardened clothed dick in your naked bubble butt. Making you yearn more for the actual flesh. And you do,

"Kook I want y-you inside m-me... Please..."

"Alright doll, since you are asking so nicely..."

And I take off my pants. Tossing them in a corner, I shove my dick down your already wet and abused pussy. You yelp in pain, but adjust to my size pretty quickly. I grin at the thought of what should I do next and whisper in your ear,

"Now let's set some rules, shall we? Them more you moan during the sex, the more fast and rough I'll go on you... How does that sounds dlto you my precious little girl?"

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CONTINUE?