If he is expecting me to talk he can forget about it. At this moment the power of speech has excluded me. Darryl has rendered me to soft, sharp pants.
Darryl bit my neck, his clothing rasping against my own. He spends a few seconds sucking on the skin before lifting his head. Moving his hands to knead my breast.
"What is this?"
"My..b...b..breast" I stammered
He twisted my nipple and a sharp flare of pain twisted my stomach. I force myself to breathe. I am struggling feeling dizzy with lust.
"Wrong answer" squeezing them again. My ass move lightly off the floor. "They are mines. Every inch of your body."
I couldn't breathe. He's completely serious. I am holding my breath. My lungs burning. Wasn't there rules about this. His touch sending an aching need between my legs.
When I didn't answer, he thrust his concealed cock against my open thigh. Making me cry out.
"Darryl"
"Answer me" he says darkly.
I release my breath in a rush. "Yours"
I lay here thinking. Okay maybe I wasn't up for this. Adrian had tried this a few times and I always said fucking no. I could feel his cock rubbing against my drenched kitten. My wetness staining his slacks.
"You want me Adela, there is no denying that. Tell me that I can use your body however I please."