”“I know it’s a lot to take in,” he told me, “But from now on you don’t have to worry about anything. I’ll give you whatever you want, w...enever you want it, every single day.”I felt myself tingle, as I took in the sight of his powerful form, stretched out across our makeshift bed. His body was so perfectly sculpted, that I could count every muscle and contour.“I can think of something I want right now.”“Oh, really?” He rolled on top of me, his cock pressing against my stomach and his arms. Slipping her feet back into her flip-flops, she walked several meters back away from the rock, and, heart beating hard, hung her clothes on the branch of a young sapling. Then she walked back to the rock, crawled up onto it, turned onto her back, and spread herself, completely naked, facing the sky, with her clothes firmly out of reach.She closed her eyes and felt as sexy as she could ever remember feeling. This was just glorious!Slowly, with her breath coming now in shorter gulps, she reached. He stepped around her and sat on the bed with his cock jutting up in the air. She climbed to her feet and looked at him with a questioning expression on her sweaty yet pretty face.“Face me and sit on my cock,” he told her.Michelle straddled him with a leg on each side of the bed and crouched down. Once she was close, he gripped his erection and guided it toward her waiting hole as his other hand took her waist and pulled her down. She let out a moan as his head penetrated her and she tried to. I fought. For scraps found in trash tossed on the street. For a corner to beg on. For a ragged blanket to sleep in. I had learned to avoid fights I couldn’t win. When the first city guard cornered me, I swallowed my pride, and let him take what he wanted. It was a fight I wouldn’t have won. A year later, I ran when it became to much to bear. Then I fought to prove my worth to the bandits, not with daggers, but by taking the worse jobs and spreading my legs for their leader. Ciarra changed.