Becoming Mine

I was almost out of breath from Michael's rough kissing. I felt my lips and tongue go numb from his sucking. Saliva dripped down the corners of my mouth and pooled with the rest of the liquid.

I looked up to get some breathing space, but Michael thought I was dodging. He immediately caught up and bit me on the lip as if he was punishing me. Then, he kissed me deeper and harder.

He suppressed my entire upper body. There was no way to avoid him. I could only passively accept his tongue and lips. He was taking my breath away. Slowly, I felt suffocated.

It wasn't like a kiss. It was more like slow murder.

"Oh my girl, my little she-wolf," Michael said as he held my face.

He looked more excited than ever before.

Without foreplay, Michael grabbed one of my legs in the shower and shoved his penis into me.

"Uhh..."

I was wet enough before, and even though Michael was reckless, I quickly felt the familiar pleasure.