Harley Laroux

This book is not intended to be used as a resource for sexual education

I wanted him to grip me harder, rougher. I wanted him to slam me against the wall again.

I heard his breath change - it might have been a gasp, or perhaps a soft laugh

“Do you deserve to cum now? Hm? Do you think you deserve it?”

What a good girl. What a very good girl."

His hand squeezed around my throat, pressing me back into the mattress as he entered me again. "I love when you whimper like that. So sensitive."

Tears slipped down my cheeks - tears of pleasure, of so many intense, rushing emotions that I couldn't stop myself.

Don't you dare look away. I want to see all your pretty tears as you cum all over this knife for me, understand?"

Even squirting for me? What a good girl, so good, isn't that so much better?

If only they knew that the girl wearing angel wings was making an absolute slut of herself upstairs, moaning and begging to be hurt more, more, more.