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“Don’t”
I whimpered because I knew he liked it “Please”
“I’ll get the cuffs if I have to”
“Would you really cuff me when I’m injured?”
“Hell yes I’d do it for your own fucking safety”
“I want you to hold me down instead I want to feel your hands around my wrists I want bruises there”
“Fuck, Devil”
“You know you want that too”
He groaned, and I kneas right “I’ll be fine”
“Put your arms down by your sides”
When I did, he walked on his knees to position hiht of his cock and balls swing between his legs I needed him inside me
“Wrap your legs around me”
“Gladly”
“How does that feel?” he asked once I had his hips clahs
“Fucking great” I sighed dramatically
“Don’t lie to me, Devil”
“I’m not I swear”
“If this position puts pressure on your side—”
“It doesn’t, and the pillow helps”
“If I find out you were hurting and didn’t stop ain for a week”
“Like you could go that long”
Joe drove into htful I wanted o and fuck me hard, but as I suspected he would, he tormented me with slow, careful strokes
“Fuck me like you mean it,” I demanded
Joe’s hands clamped around my wrists when I tried to reach for him “Is this what you want? Do you want me to pin you down? Do you want me to keep you still? Do you want me to save you from yourself?”
“Jesus, yes, and I want you tome open I want you to fill me with your cum I want to be yours”
“You areforever” He pressed ood to be restrained by hi sure the skin around ainst my stitches
“I can handle it You can sew me back up I don’t care”
“I care I won’t have you hurting yourself”
“My dick hurts What about that? Make me come, Joe”
“God, you are—”