Chapter 22

To this day, I'm still fucking him as hard as I can, and he's still trying to clit me. In the mirror, I examine my appearance. From this vantage point, I find myself longing to see the precise point of union between us. I'd want to see his huge waistline melt away within my slender climax. What I really want to see is my body slowly, endlessly, engulfing him. I sigh and take a deep breath. Saying, "David, I need you to fuck me again"

I'm f*cking you right now.

This is a reiteration of a previous statement. But I'd want to record it. It's so enticing to observe that I want to hold on to it forever.

There's a pause as he thinks. I take a deep breath and wonder whether I've gone too far, but David quickly wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me up. Before, he was letting me run the show, but now I'm in charge. Even in the limited range of motion this position provides, he fucks up into me, and I feel completely possessed by him.