I brushed my cock up and down Loona's wet slit, letting her hear the slick, squelching noises our bodies made. She seized my shoulders when I flicked my thumb over her clit, her knees turning weak with sheer need. I could tell she was unraveling, needing me in a way she never thought she'd need any man.
She begged me, her voice cracked and pleading. "Asher, I need it. I need it in me," she gasped, the head of my shaft locked tightly against her entrance.
"How bad?" I demanded, withholding it.
"Real bad. I need you so bad. Please, fuck me."
"You sound like a little whore when you say that," I murmured directly against her ear, my hot breath tickling her ultra-sensitive skin as a bead of sweat rolled down her temple.
"I am a whore for the Shinigami," she whimpered, lost in the degradation.
"You're a whore only for me," I growled, squeezing hard on her plush nipple with one hand.
