JUDE
"Prove that you only want me," I breathe out, feeling my boyfriend panting behind me, lips on my ear as he takes it and bites it gently despite the rough way he is finger fucking me.
His lips press on my cheek softly, too, even as he curls his fingers inside me, rubbing me inside a spot that leaves me seeing stars as my nails drag against the door I am pressed against.
If he continues like this, I am going to cum, I can feel it. I am so close.
The whole night, the entire time he was watching and I was watching him, I have been painfully hard.
I don't know what makes this twisted game so dark and thrilling, but the need for me to hear him say I am better, that he desires only me, that he doesn't need a girl in his life is so true.
"Do I make you feel good like they do?" I ask again, even as I whimper, lewd wet noises now echoing in the bathroom from where his hand is between us. "Do you desire me just like I am?"
