[mounee]

Mounee was truly devoted to his male, more than loving him he adored him ... Edmond had become a god to Mounee.
Through his surrender and unreserved offering to his Alpha, Mounee opened his heart to his man like an immaculate rose. The boy had ceased to be a virgin with Edmond, the ahota carried in his womb the germinated seed about to be born ...The desire to be a mother and to have her child in her arms was growing stronger every day.

Just fuck me. Dont be afraid to hurt me. I know you worry, please dont. I'm not as fragile as you think, Sir. Dont tug my hair, Sir. Grab it. Force me to my knees with your hands in my hair wrapped in a fist. Pull hard. Make my eyes water. Dont graze your teeth along my skin. Devore me. Bite down until I cry out. Then do it again. Dont caress my throat. I want to feel your fingers wrap tightly around it. Feel my pulse hammer into your palm. Feel the breath short in my chest and that little bit of panic set in.
Dont nudge my knees apart. Move them like theyre yours to spread. With intention. With possession. Dont hold my hands. I want to feel your strong grip around my wrists. Use all your weigth. Make me lie still. I want in to still hurt tomorrow. I want to see the bruises. The welts. The handprints. Dont ask me if Im Ok. Tell me I am. I need to let go and no think. I need you to make me yours.
Let my body answer for me with each shudder and moan. With the pool of wetness between my thigs. These are the things I cant control. I dont want to control. You are my control, Sir... That the point. Dont doubt. Dont worry. Dont overthink. Just fuck me, Sir.... I love you so much.