27. Addison
27
ADDISON
A re you hurt?
Warren fucking King was asking me if I was hurt.
The nineteen-year-old me that had been head over heels for him and the one who was supposed to hate his guts were merging. I couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.
Hatred fizzled into need, and before I knew it, my hands were tangled in his hair, and I was doing something I never thought I’d allow myself to.
I’m kissing him.
He was frozen at first, but then something snapped inside him.
A hand fisted in my hair while another was hiking up my leg. His tongue and lips were attacking my mouth in a way that had my cunt weeping.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
It was every bit as soul-destroying as I thought it would be.
It could never be just a kiss. It would change everything.
He claimed me with his mouth. Branded himself on me. All the pain that came with it was just as sweet as the pleasure he was pulling from me.
I yanked on his hair, making sure he knew just how much I needed him, and he groaned into my mouth. The sound sent shocks up my spine.
“I need you,” I whispered into his mouth as my hand darted between us. I hurriedly undid his belt and slipped my hand inside his pants. He hissed when I finally touched his already erect cock.
Fuck, he’s big. This is going to hurt.
The same words I thought back then, but this was entirely different.
I didn't care. I wanted it to hurt as some sort of sick punishment for allowing myself to get this close in the first place.
He didn’t let our mouths disconnect as I guided him between my legs and quickly moved aside my underwear, allowing his cock to brush against my folds.
Finally. He was finally going to fuck me. I couldn’t take it anymore. All the back and forth. All the teasing. This had been the longest, most intense foreplay, and I was ready to cash in.
I let out a whine and pulled away from his mouth. My wetness was coating his cock, making it slide against my cunt with ease.
“Please, Warren. I can’t?—”
I gasped as he started to push into me.
So big. He was stretching me like I hadn’t been stretched in years.
Delicious heat swirled in my belly. Perfect. Everything my body had ever wanted, right here.
“Fuck, babygirl, you feel so good. So perfect.”
Warren’s cruelty? I could handle it. His praise? It had my eyes rolling in the back of my head and my back arching for him. I needed more of it. Needed to hear those sweet words fall from his mouth again.
I wiggled against him, trying to get him further in.
“I missed this,” he said as he finally slipped all the way inside. So deep. Filling me. Stuffing me. “How perfect you feel around me. No one else ever felt this perfect.”
Pain shot through me, but it was small and insignificant compared to the feeling of just how right he felt.
I couldn’t speak. I could barely breathe. My pussy was sucking him in, convulsing around him before he even thrust. And then, when he pulled out just a bit before bottoming out, I couldn’t take it. His cock was brushing against my cervix.
I needed it harder.
“Please, Warren,” I whispered, letting my arms wrap around his shoulders to pull him close.
His gaze was hooded, but he was watching every single move. Devouring me with his eyes now that, finally, he could have me. I was giving myself to him, wholly and unabashedly.
“Use your words, babygirl,” he said. “If you want me to fuck this sweet little cunt of yours, you have to say it.”
“Don’t make me,” I groaned and bucked my hips against him, but he didn’t move.
“Do it, Addi,” he commanded. “You begged for me so sweetly before. Let me hear it now.”
The brat in me wanted to revolt, to make him beg for me instead, but I was too far gone to listen to her.
He wants me to beg? I’ll do it better than anyone he’s ever met.
“Fuck me, Warren,” I moaned. “Please fuck my needy pussy until your cum is dripping down my thighs and I can’t even walk straight?—”
He pulled back and thrust into me violently, the gentle teasing version of him nowhere to be seen. This was what I wanted. For him to finally let the monster out of his cage. For him to ravage me. To break me completely.
He held me in place as he pulled back and slammed into me again. And again. And again.
“Yes, yes, like that, Warren, please,” I chanted as our hips met.
Unfortunately, he was right again .
We fit perfectly together, and each thrust was pushing me further and further into an inevitable orgasm. He hadn’t even touched my clit yet and was somehow breaking his own record for how fast he could make me come.
“You’re such a fucking brat,” he hissed. “You left with that asshole. I couldn’t fucking find you. I should punish you, but I think my babygirl likes it a bit too much.”
My eyes fluttered closed, my breathing hitched. Please do. I wanted to be that writhing mess again. I moaned breathlessly as he switched up his technique, fucking me in long strokes and delaying my orgasm.
“I’ll take whatever you give me,” I forced through my heavy breathing.
“Should I make you call me sir ?” he asked, letting his head fall to my neck. His facial hair pricked my skin and only heightened the sensation as his wet tongue came out to run up the length of it.
“Make you kneel for me? Take my cock to the back of your throat while you gag for me?”
Oh god.
My cunt clenched around him.
“Fuck. So good, babygirl. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“No,” I attempted to hiss out, but it sounded more like a whine.
He chuckled, sending another burst of heat up my spine.
“You know I hate liars, Addi. From now on you can only call me sir,” he said, pulling away to look at me. “Think of it as your punishment for bratting, and every time you forget it, I’ll deny you an orgasm.”
I wished I would have just listened. Especially as that tingly heat started to expand from my belly.
I should have. But the brat in me wouldn’t shut up.
“I like Daddy better,” I said in a low tone.
His eyes widened, and he cursed under his breath before pulling out abruptly.
He let my leg down, and before I knew it, I was turned around, my face pushed against the wall.
His entire body covered mine, his hand looping around the front. I arched my ass into him and was rewarded with his cock sliding back in.
This position was impossibly deep, leaving my lungs fighting for air. He pulled out and then started to pump into me in slow, shallow thrusts that kept me right on the edge.
He was teasing me in absolutely the most delicious way possible.
“You’re too fucking tempting,” he growled. “I wanted to punish you. Watch as you begged me to let you come.”
“Your resolve is weak, Daddy,” I teased breathlessly.
“But I think I’ll find it more satisfying when you’re begging me to stop.
And then he stopped.
What. The. Fuck?
“Warren… I will murder you.”
He smirked as he tucked his still very hard dick inside his pants again.
“That fucker had his hands on you. I can smell him on you. And I don’t want you to smell like any other man when I make you come on my cock, Addi.”
I was pretty sure my mouth was hanging open.
“So, no, babygirl. My resolve is not weak. Holding myself back from fucking you in the car is going to be hell. But the prize when we get to our hotel will be worth it.”
I bet it will.
But it was still the longest fucking car ride in history.