His To Use

She writhes beneath him, skin flushed and slick with sweat, as he fulfills her darkest desires. His hands roam over her body, marking her flesh with filthy kisses and rough touches. She begs for more, her voice a desperate cry as he drives her higher and higher.

He obliges, his fingers and tongue exploring every inch of her, leaving no part of her untouched. She is his to debase, his to use and pleasure as he sees fit. And she revels in it, her body quivering with need and desire.

He takes her roughly, his thrusts hard and fast, their bodies slapping together in a primal rhythm. She meets him stroke for stroke, her own pleasure building with every thrust. She is his to command, his to dominate.

And when it is all over, when she is spent and satisfied, he gathers her in his arms and holds her close. He whispers in her ear, telling her what a good girl she was for him, how well she took everything he gave her. She purrs with contentment, her head resting on his chest as they drift off to sleep, already looking forward to the next time he debases her in all the filthy ways she desires.

© Seductive Poetry