Her pussy clenched around me like a vice, dragging me deeper with every thrust. Each wet slap echoed through the quiet room, mixing with her moans that grew louder, higher, shameless.
Her lips trembled against my ear. "Renji… I… I can't—ahhh!"
"You can." My hand slid up, gripping her throat—not choking, but holding, controlling. Her eyes widened, pupils blown with lust as she stared up at me, powerless, beautiful. "You're mine right now, Rika. All mine. Say it."
Her nails clawed down my back, her hips grinding against mine, her body begging even as her pride resisted. "I… I—ahh! Renji, please…!"
I thrust harder, pinning her to the wall, the force making her breasts bounce under her blouse. Her head slammed lightly against the wall with each rhythm, her moans spilling without restraint.
"Say it." My voice was a growl, primal, commanding.
Her mouth opened, a desperate cry breaking free. "I'm yours! Fuck, Renji—I'm yours!"
