I’m No Doll

I’m no doll. I don’t break easily. Rip my cloths off my body. Leave me naked and prone. Begging you to stop. Pleading for you to keep going. I want to feel your hands all over me. Touching and twisting and claiming and grasping. I want to struggle against you. I want to feel how hard you are through your jeans. I want to make you harder. Insane with desire for me. For my willing, fighting body. I want your cock, forced into my mouth. Gagging and sputtering to keep from choking. I want you forcing it on me. Telling me that I like it. That I like your fat cock filling my mouth. Almost as much as I like it filling my tight pussy. I can’t push you away. My hands are still cuffed. The metal is digging into my wrist, I’m so wet. I want you on top of me. I want you forcing yourself inside of me. Stifling my moans with your hand. Forcing me to suck your fingers. All the while you fuck me. And you fuck me hard. Without mercy. Relentless pounding. I whimper and beg and plead and moan. Your hands are all over me. Your lips biting at my neck again. Leaving red purple marks. Claiming me again. You grasp my nipples hard. And it’s too much. I can’t stop it. I can’t fight it. I cum hard. You keep fucking me. Rough. Hard. Ignoring my protests of it being too much. You tell me to take it. That it isn’t too much. You grab my hair. Force your lips to mine in a hard kiss. Your mouth is open. Panting. Your hips are more erratic. Deeper. Then shallow. Hard. The soft. Fast. Then slow. Your arms get tighter. Your teeth bite down. I know what’s coming. I bite your ear. I whisper. Cum for me, and you do. Hard. You collapse. Spent. On top of me. You remember to uncuff me. I smile. And I hold you close. Bites. Bruises. Cuts. Everything. I’m still not broken.