I fucking love taking that one thing from you that is the most intimate thing you hold: your orgasm.
Let me explain. It’s not really yours. It’s mine. You can fight it all you like but when Papa is firing on all cylinders, it’s just a matter of time before I force you to cum.
Before I make you cum.
Before I “give” it to you. So I encourage you. Fight it. It’s so much hotter when you try. Go ahead, push my arm away. Put your hands on my chest and push me away.
Go ahead. Try. See how well it works.
Yeah, because when you collapse onto the floor. I can tell myself…
It was mine all along.