–––––––– “F ucking demanding, baby.” He dug his fingers into my hips, and I knew there would be bruises come morning. Good. It made me wetter, knowing I’d have his brand of ownership on my body. He used his foot to kick my feet apart even more, and then he was pushing into me with a slow but very thorough thrust. “Don’t go slow,” I moaned in frustration. “Just shove that big dick in me.” His expression heated further; he let out this low sound, and then he was shoving all ten inches into me in a forceful thrust. I was filled completely, stretched to the point it felt like I’d split in two, but Goddamn, did it feel good. “You might have been with men that like you to be in control,” he said and spanked my ass especially hard. “But here, with me, I’m the one in control.” He pulled out so just the tip was lodged in me. “With me, Vivian, I’m the man, and you’re the woman.” The way he said that had me feeling like he’d show me exactly how manly he could be. “When you’re with me, I’m the one that does the fucking, baby, not the other way around.”