He makes me whimper.
That's the only thing that's important.
He's arrogant, crude, difficult, and has no attention span. Until he lands his eyes on me. Then all that matters is the sounds he draws from me. Language escapes me, and I can communicate only in gasps and whimpers. I'm not a submissive person, but when he possesses me, he does it fully. He has the capability to reduce me to a begging puddle, injecting me not only with his cock, but with the drug that is him.
He calls me insatiable, when I wantonly nuzzle his lap, whimpering in a plead for attention. He grins when the whimpers are of pain that hurts too much for me to want to allow it but I'll take it anyway because it comes from him. When the whimpers turn to moans and back again, only to fade into a pillow, he knows he has won, because he has stolen words from me.
And that is all that matters.
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