Belong to You

Do you prefer to be on top or bottom?” “I prefer whatever makes you yell louder when I fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked.

Who do you belong to, Syd?” “You, Jack.” “Say it, Syd.” “I belong to you.

You’re a mother’s dream, tall, dark and handsome, good manners, straight teeth and wealthy.” “What about her daughter’s dream. How am I doing there?” “Fulfilling them all.” I lifted my head to kiss him softly.

If I don’t bury myself inside of you within the next five minutes, you aren’t going to be able to walk tomorrow.

Are you saying you want to have sex with me this week and only get to ask and be asked ten personal questions?” “That’s what I’m saying.” His response was dead serious. “You’re crazy.