Thursday night, I sleep in his bed
I get in it willingly. I'm a good girl. He doesnt love me but I know he loves my tight cunt and my big tits, that's enough validation for a pathetic slut who needs dicked.
He wakes me up and my hand is already around his cock. He's telling me I'm such a good girl. He tells me he's going to fuck me and that I'll let him. He's right. He's practically purring with excitement when he pushes his way inside me. He loves my velvet pussy, the way it squeezes him every time almost to the point of spontaneous combustion. When he fucks me I can feel his need, it's not a desire, it's absolute survival. I try hard to work my muscles but he fights me and takes it slowly using me to edge his way to oblivion. With an arm around my neck and my ass arched in the air to meet his thrusts he is moaning and telling me that he misses my body. I tell him I love his fat cock and he makes sure I know I can ask for it whenever I want.
I concentrate further, putting everything I have into making my body his. I crave his orgasm. I want him to flood me so I can fall asleep with his semen trickling out of me in a heap of satisfied exhaustion.
I get what I want. I'm a good girl.