“You’ll always be mine, Abigail. Always.” He grips my hips until his cock stops pulsating. Slowly he pulls himself free from my heat, leaving a trail of his cum dripping down my thigh. He reaches for my hand, helping me up. He runs a finger over my lips, his hand going to the back of my neck, pulling me forward. “Clean it, Abigail, put my cock in your mouth and clean it.” I look up at him, eyes widening. He can’t possibly...