Chapter Thirty-Nine #2
My cock fully lodged in her throat, and I almost lost it.
“That’s it.” Fuck. “You feel how deep to take me?” I slid back an inch, then drove right back home.
“This is how you’re going to suck my cock whenever I tell you to open your mouth.
” I dragged my thumb across her cheek, then smeared the wetness across her lips.
“Tears falling, saliva dripping, at my mercy.” I kicked her feet apart and glanced down.
“Cunt wet, taking me in your mouth like how you want me to fuck you. Just like this. Bonne fille.”
Her eyes rolled back, then fluttered shut, and she groaned loudly.
I almost spent down her throat.
Grasping the sides of her head, I forced myself to still. “How’s my intruse?”
The fucking minx hummed.
“Checking in,” I warned. “Look at me, Isla.”
My little submissive blinked her eyes open. Then she focused on me, swirled her tongue and swallowed.
Jesus.
Shoving my fingers into her hair as I palmed the top of her head, I tipped her face back until her neck stretched and her eyes lowered. “Did I tell you to use your tongue?” Withdrawing my cock so she could speak, but not altruistic enough to loosen my grip on her, I raised an eyebrow.
“No.” Rough, raspy, her voice now sounding scratched and well-used, her answer came with a desperate lick of her lips.
“That’s correct. How’s your cunt feel?” I glanced between her spread thighs, at her wet folds.
“Empty,” she rasped desperately.
“Ask,” I demanded, circling a finger around one of her hard nipples.
She pleaded instead. “Please.”
“Please, what?” I circled the other nipple.
She shuddered. “Fuck me, fill me. Make me come.”
My cock pulsed. Precum leaked. I kept my tone even. “In that order?”
My little intruse fucking dissolved in front of me. Then a submissive Isla begged. “Please, I need you inside me.”
I picked her up and tossed her onto the bed.
Shedding my shirt, issuing orders, I dropped my pants, then came down on top of her. “Legs spread. Wider. Arms above your head. Eyes on me. Eyes on me,” I barked.
Her shocked gaze cut from my chest to my eyes.
I drove into her in a single thrust.
The woman screamed.
I fucking levitated.
Tight, wet, hot. So goddamn tight. My cock pulsing, my balls drawing in, I took in every inch of her pained expression as she scrambled to push away from my intrusion.
Tears falling, frantic, shaking her head, she shoved at my arms. “Wait, wait, wait! Stop! Too big!”
Fully seated already, I ground against her clit as I slid my left knee up for leverage, palmed her throat, and grabbed the back of her right thigh. “Isla.” Pinning her with my weight, stilling her with my grip, I issued an order. “Look at me.”
Breathless, expression panicked, cunt constricting like she was about to come, she met my gaze.
“Wait or stop?” I asked calmly, but Christ, she was taking me beautifully.
“Nix.” Her whisper shifted her throat under my palm as her tight heat pulsed around my cock.
Fuck, I wanted to breed this woman. “You’re doing so well, ma petite intruse,” I praised, brushing a chaste kiss against her full lips, then biting her neck. “I feel that sweet cunt pulsing. You can come now, bonne fille.” Slowly grinding, I tested an inch retreat.
“No.” Her fingers dug into my biceps. “Don’t go.”
Stroking her thigh, I checked in. “You told me to stop.”
“B-because you’re big.” Shuddering under me, her entire body vibrated, but it wasn’t from fear. She was dripping with need.
“You sucked my cock, beautiful. You knew what you were getting into.” Pulling out a few inches, I drove back in.
Her head fell back, and she groaned. “Oh my God.”
“Not God.” Unprecedented possessiveness hit like an ignited fire. “How many men have been inside this cunt of mine, intruse?” I killed for cause, not lust. But this little trespasser had me rethinking that moral ground.
She moaned.
“Not an answer.”
“Three,” she cried. “Only three.”
Three too many. “You’re going to forget every damn one of them.” As soon as I made her come. “I feel that pulsing.” Goddamn, she was tight. “You’re going to come now, intruse. Then I’m going to fuck you hard while that sweet cunt milks me into an orgasm. Understood?”
I got her voice, but it was soft, pliant. “Yes.”
Beautiful. “Bonne fille.” I looked into her eyes. “Ready?”
“I’m ready,” she whispered.
“My intruse.” Slanting my mouth over hers, I kissed her.
Then I fucked her hard.
Three strokes in, her back was arching, her cries were sinking into my mouth, her body was shaking, and I let go.
I came inside her.
Fuck, did I come.
As if I’d saved up a goddamn decade of exile, I filled her cunt, I left bite marks on her neck and shoulder, but it wasn’t enough.
Still hard, my little trespasser a pliant mess under me, I wasn’t finished.
“You’re not done yet, intruse.” Fucking aroused like I’d never been, the need to fill her again taking over, I pulled out and flipped her. “On your knees.” I lifted her hips, and my seed leaked out of her.
“Oh my God, Will.” She reached underneath herself to cover her cunt. “I-I can’t.”
Moving her hands out of the way, I drew two fingers through the mess on her thigh and pushed my seed back into her.
Her moan was low and hoarse as her sweet cunt gripped around me.
I stroked her G-spot. “You can come again.” Two more times, at least, if I pushed her. “Do you know how responsive you are to me?” It was fucking enlightening.
“Nooo,” she cried as I withdrew my fingers.
Lining up my cock, I swept the head through my already spent seed. Then I slowly pushed into her. “Very responsive.” Christ, I was ready to come again. “Feel how well you take me?” I rocked against her.
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice so submissive I wanted to fuck her into the next century.
“Bonne fille.” Increasing my speed, changing my angle, I pulled her hips higher. “Do you know what you’re going to do for me?”
“I can’t—I can’t come again.”
Watching her tight lips grip my cock as I withdrew, then drove back in, I exhaled through a clenched jaw. “Are you telling me to stop?”
She shuddered. “Please, no.”
I almost smiled. “Are you telling me to fuck you, intruse?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Good.” Picking up the pace, I praised my little trespasser one more time. “Good girl.” Then I let go and fucked her in earnest.
Every hard thrust was punctuated with a resounding, guttural YES as my hips slammed against her ass. Flesh slapping, my intruse crying, she was a fucking symphony and I was her chorus.
“You ready to come again, intruse?”
Her legs trembling, her arms flat out, an inhuman moan crawled out of my woman.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Holding her up with my grip on her hips, thrusting into her tight, wet cunt, I drove hard one more time.
Then I unleashed.
Pulsing against her cervix, I filled my intruse with my seed.