| Like A Savage
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It felt so fucking good feeling him inside me, stretching my pussy so my body could accommodate him. I pushed my ass out, wanting more of him, deeper.
"That's my greedy little doll." He cooed in my ear while pounding into me from behind. It was nothing but raw, primal lust, the way his cock took possession of my body. With every thrust, he forced the pleasure into me, my legs trembling, my arms shaking, my mind fucking spinning. Still holding the gun in my hand, I felt bold. Strong. I glanced over my shoulder. "Fuck me," I murmured, out of breath. "Fuck me raw. Fuck every trace of him out of me, Anthony."
"Motherfucker." Anthony let go of my wrist, only to grab a fist full of my hair, pulling my head back. My lips parted, and I moaned out loud when he started to piston in and out of me. It was hard and brutal, his ruthless thrusts almost painful as they stretched my pussy. But I loved it. I wanted him to rip every remnant Zoloft left behind.