Sometimes I wonder if I’m more addicted to the way you choke on my cock or the way you look at me after—eyes wet, lips swollen, like you’d let me ruin you all over again just to feel my hands on your throat. But then I remember how you whimper when I pull your hair, how your cunt clenches around my fingers when I tell you what a desperate little slut you are for me, and yeah… it’s definitely both. Fuck, now I’m hard. You’re lucky I’m not home right now or I’d bend you over the nearest surface and remind you who owns that pretty little body. (Mood: possessive)