ꨄ︎ I just knows he uses mock sympathy (mdni..)
Ben wasn't gentle. He never was. He rode you with a relentless, punishing rhythm, his hips slamming into yours with enough force to make your vision blur. Each thrust was deliberate, heavy, and utterly dominating, designed to remind you exactly who held the leash. He watched your face intently, fascinated by the way your eyes welled up and your breath came in ragged, broken gasps as he pushed you to your absolute limit.
When he saw the first tear track down your cheek, he didn't stop. Instead, he slowed down just enough to savor the reaction, a cruel, mocking smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He leaned in close, his sweat dripping onto your skin, his breath hot against your ear.
"Oh fuck, what's this?" he drawled, his voice dripping with false concern. He sounded like he was performing for an audience, faking a concern he didn't fucking feel. "Why's my beautiful little doll cryin' all of a sudden?"
He gave your hair another rough tug, forcing your tear stained face upward so he could inspect the damage. "What's the matter, sweetheart? Did Daddy get a little too rough for ya?" His laugh was rough and condescending, completely devoid of real sympathy. "Should've thought about that before you started beggin' for this shit."
Despite the mockery in his words, his cock kept driving deep inside you, punishing you for your vulnerability even as he teased you about it.
"C'mon now, don't ruin that pretty face. You wanted this, remember? You wanted to be my little good girl?."
Sorry girl I need him so much lmao
I write for the most wonderful and beautiful girl🧁
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