Her hands were still threaded in his hair when his mouth returned to her neck. She could feel his teeth leaving marks on the tender flesh there, delighting in the pain mingling with the pleasure of his cock ramming into her again and again. She cried out again, her voice strained with lust as he beckoned her to come around him. His voice, low and beyond arousing, coaxed her ever closer to her orgasm as it built up inside of her.
"Yes..." Buffy whimpered. "So close, Master. Please." She ran her fingers from his hair down to his back, her nails digging into shoulders as a violent orgasm rocked her body. She practically screamed for him as her pussy squeezed tight around his cock as it filled her. Her body continued to quiver after she'd come, and she looked at him through a heavy-lidded gaze. "Please, come inside me," she begged, her voice a shaky whisper.