I picked up the pace, my thrusts becoming harder, faster. The romantic slowness was giving way to raw, primal need. I was spearing her now. Each deep impact was a brand of ownership. I could feel my own release building, a tightening in my spine, a familiar pressure at the base of my cock.
"Please... please... may I cum?" she sobbed, her nails raking down my back. "Please, Master, let me cum for you! My pussy is so full... I'm going to die..."
"Ask me," I snarled, my rhythm not faltering.
"PLEASE! MASTER! PLEASE LET ME CUM! PLEASE LET MY PUSSY CUM ON YOUR COCK!" she screamed, the words a torrent of desperate need.
"Cum with me," I commanded. "Now, Dominique. Scream my name."
I drove into her one final, brutal time, my cock swelling to an impossible thickness. The dam broke. A guttural roar tore from my throat as my balls drew up tight and my shaft began to pulse.
