Her hands remained on his shoulders as he curved his hands around her hips keeping her still on him. Her creamy cunt gripped him snugly, and there was no other place he’d rather be than inside her.
“They kept me locked in a cell. I think the bars were made out of silver.” She whimpered as he jostled his hips. He didn’t want her memories to be scary. Distracting her from her thoughts, he caressed his fingers up to tease her nipples. “I know they were silver because I reached out to touch them. The metal burned my body. I remember screaming in pain.” Jason pinched the buds of her breasts, showing her another kind of pleasure mixed with the pain. “I can’t think when you do that.”
“Get used to it. I’ll be fucking you every chance I get.”
She nodded, reopened her eyes and smiled down at him. “You’re torturing me.”