Chapter 75 Everything That Made Her, Her Pt 3

• I stared down at the beauty under me, and I knew that I was going to fuck her so hard she forgot her name. Right now I didn't care if she was suffering from abuse or trauma. Whatever she wanted, she got, and if she wanted me to fuck her, she was definitely going to get fuicked.
• As I laid on top of her, I smiled when she gave a small moan to my touch,then an even louder one when my hands stroked past her clit. I hadn't done anything just yet, and she was already so fucking intoxicating! It took everything ounce of self control to not slam into her right that moment. She needed to feel loved, and she needed to feel appreciated and protected too.
• She remained calm, and slowly, I put a finger in, feeling her soft aching pussy. She was so fucking wet. Oh fuck. I thrusted in and out, and in and out again until I drove even deeper, earning a gasp from her with muffled sounds.