Chapter 13 #2
“Theo.” Her head tips back against the pillow, exposing the long line of her throat. “You feel so good. So good inside me. I never want you to stop.”
“I’m not going to stop.” I groan and pick up the pace, my hips snapping harder now. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk tomorrow. Until you feel me for days. Until you forget every other man who’s ever been inside you. Until this pussy only remembers my cock.”
I’ve never talked to a woman like this, but something in Emma is bringing out a different side of me, and the way she grips my cock tighter with my every word tells me she loves it.
“Yes.” She arches beneath me, pressing her breasts against my chest. “Yes, that’s what I want, make me yours, make me forget everyone else—“
I grab her thigh and hitch it higher on my hip, changing the angle, and she cries out as I hit a spot deep inside her that makes her whole body jerk.
I do it again, and again, driving into that spot with every thrust, and her nails rake down my back hard enough to draw blood.
I don’t care. I want her to mark me. I want to carry the evidence of this night on my skin for days.
“Right there,” she gasps. “Fuck, right there, don’t stop—“
The headboard starts to knock against the wall with every thrust, a rhythmic banging that matches the pace I’m setting.
Neither of us cares. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the apartment, mixing with her moans and my grunts and the wet sounds of me fucking her.
I’ve never been this far gone, this lost in another person.
I feel like I’m drowning in her and I don’t want to be saved.
“Harder,” she demands, digging her heels into my ass. “I’m not going to break. Fuck me like you mean it.”
Something snaps loose inside me. I pull out and she makes a sound of protest, but before she can say anything I’ve grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach.
She gasps and scrambles to get her bearings, and I pull her hips up, positioning her on her hands and knees in front of me.
She looks back at me over her shoulder with wild eyes, her hair a tangled mess, her lips parted, and I take a moment to just look at her.
The curve of her spine. The swell of her ass. Her pussy swollen and glistening and dripping, clenching around nothing, waiting for me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I tell her, running my hands up her thighs, over the curve of her ass, squeezing hard enough to leave fingerprints.
“The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
And this ass...” I squeeze harder, spreading her cheeks apart so I can see her pussy from behind, swollen and wet and perfect.
“This ass has been driving me crazy for months. I couldn’t stop imagining what it would look like just like this, bent over for me, waiting to be fucked. ”
“Spank me,” she says, looking back at me over her shoulder, her voice breathless and needy. “Please. I want to feel it.”
I go still, my hands freezing on her ass, my cock throbbing so hard it actually hurts. Did she just—
“Yeah?” My voice comes out rough, strained. “You want me to spank you?”
“Yes.” She arches her back, pushing her ass higher, presenting herself to me like an offering. “I’ve been thinking about it. Wanting it. I want to feel your hand on my ass. I want it to sting. Please, Theo.”
Fuck. Fuck. This woman is going to kill me.
I’ve never—I mean, I’ve done this before, but never with someone asking for it like this.
Never with someone looking at me like that, all dark eyes and parted lips and desperate need.
The fact that she wants it, that she’s asking for it, that she trusts me enough to tell me what she needs—it does something to me. Something I can’t explain.
I bring my hand down on her ass, hard, and she cries out, her back arching sharply, her fingers fisting in the sheets.
The sound of the slap echoes through her tiny apartment, sharp and loud, and I watch the pink bloom across her pale skin.
Watch the perfect imprint of my hand appear on her ass like a brand. Like I’m marking her. Claiming her.
“Like that?” I ask, rubbing the spot I just hit, feeling the heat radiating off her skin. “Is that what you wanted?”
“Yes,” she gasps, pushing back toward my hand, chasing the sensation. “God, yes. More. Please, more.”
“Good girl.” The words come out rough, and I feel her shiver at them. “Asking for what you need. Telling me what you want.” I rub my hand over her ass in slow circles, soothing, teasing. “I like that. I like knowing what gets you off.”
I spank her again, harder this time, the crack of my palm against her ass sharp and loud in the quiet apartment.
She moans into the pillow, this broken, desperate sound, and her hips push back toward me like she can’t help herself.
I can see fresh wetness glistening on her thighs, can see her pussy clenching, can see how much this is turning her on.
“You love this, don’t you?” I spank her again, watching her whole body jolt, watching the pink deepen toward red. “Love being spanked like this. Love being bent over and told what to do.”
“Yes,” she whimpers, her voice muffled by the pillow. “I love it. I didn’t know—I didn’t know I needed it this much, but I do. Please, Theo, I need your cock, I need you inside me—“
“I know what you need.” I rub my cock through her folds, coating myself in her wetness, and we both groan. She’s soaking, dripping down her thighs, and I tease her entrance, pressing the head of my cock against her opening but not pushing in, and she makes a sound of pure frustration.
“But you’ll take what I give you when I’m ready to give it,” I tell her, my voice coming out harder than I intended. “Understand?”
“Yes,” she gasps, trying to push back onto me, trying to take what she wants. I grip her hip and hold her still. “Yes, I understand, please—“
“Please what?” I circle her entrance with the head of my cock, slow and teasing, watching her tremble. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
“Please fuck me.” Her voice is wrecked, broken. “Please, Theo, I need you inside me, I need to feel you, please—“
“Good.”
I spank her one more time, watching her whole body jolt, watching her pussy clench around nothing, desperate and empty.
Then I notch the head of my cock at her entrance and pause there, just feeling her heat, her wetness.
She’s so wet I can feel it dripping down my shaft before I’ve even pushed inside.
“Is this what you want?” I press in just slightly, just the tip, stretching her open, and hold there. She whimpers and tries to push back but I grip her hips and keep her still. “Tell me.”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Yes, please, I want it so bad, I need you, I need—“
I slam into her in one hard thrust, burying myself to the hilt, and she screams into the pillow.
The sound of it, the feel of her clenching around me, so tight and hot and wet—it takes everything I have not to come right then.
I hold still for just a second, buried as deep as I can go, feeling her walls flutter and grip around me, feeling her body adjust to the size of me.
Then I stop holding back.
I don’t give her time to adjust. I grip her hips hard enough that she’ll see the fingerprints tomorrow when she looks in the mirror, and fuck her the way she asked for.
The way she begged for. Hard and fast and relentless, pounding into her so deep I can feel myself hitting her cervix with every stroke.
The new angle is incredible. Tighter somehow, deeper, and I can feel every flutter and clench of her walls around me, can feel her body gripping me like it never wants to let me go.
“Oh yes oh fuck oh yes—“ She’s chanting into the pillow, her words barely coherent, her whole body rocking forward with the force of my thrusts. Her hands are fisted in the sheets, knuckles white, holding on for dear life. “Theo, I’m gonna—I can’t—it’s so much—I want—“
“You want to take it.” I lean over her, pressing my chest to her back, my mouth right next to her ear.
My hand finds her hair and I grip it tight, pulling her head back so I can speak directly into her ear.
“You wanted this. You begged me to spank you. Begged me to fuck you hard. So take my cock like a good girl. Take every fucking inch.”
She whimpers, her whole body trembling, and I can feel her walls starting to flutter around me. She’s close. So fucking close.
I reach around with my free hand and find her clit, rubbing in fast hard circles, and she falls apart beneath me with a scream that’s probably going to get complaints from the neighbors. “Yessssss, Theo.” I hope they hear. I hope the whole building hears her screaming my name.
Her pussy clamps down on me hard, pulsing and squeezing as she comes, and the feeling of it nearly drags me over the edge with her.
I grit my teeth and fuck her through it, not letting up on her clit, not slowing down my thrusts, feeling every wave until she’s collapsed face-first into the mattress, trembling and gasping, her whole body going limp beneath me.
But I’m not done with her yet. Not even close.
I pull out and she makes a sound of protest, her body still twitching.
I flip her over onto her back and she stares up at me with glazed eyes, her chest heaving, tears tracking down her temples into her hair.
“Theo, that was the best...” She doesn’t finish the sentence.
She can’t. She looks completely wrecked. Destroyed. And I’m not finished.
Before she can catch her breath I’ve grabbed her legs and hooked her knees over my shoulders, folding her nearly in half. I push back into her in one smooth stroke and she cries out, her eyes going wide, her hands flying up to grip my forearms.
“Theo, I already came twice, I don’t think I can—“