Sell My Soul *

Katherine was a wet and moaning mess. If this continued, her sheets would be soaked and not from their sweat.

His patience was unwavering. He continued his ministrations without pause, not getting bored for a second. She had to wonder, was he a breast man or an ass man? He seemed to like both equally. She would have to ask him to find out. 

She could tell by his pace that this was going to be an all-nighter. Part of her was worried that her friends would come back and hear her scream for dear life. Another part of her wondered if her neighbors would think she was being murdered. Then most of her just knew that she didn't care. 

He planned for the long run whereas she was more oriented. When she was aroused, she did everything to reach orgasm but he... he would drag this out and make her beg. 

His hand was warm and heavy on her thigh and he was making good on his promise of a rough night. He was gripping her fiercely.