Chapter 7 Bates #2
I grab the band of her panties and pull them down her legs until her glistening pussy reflects in the twinkling lights.
“You like me taking what I want.” I press my tip against her entrance. “And all I want right now”—I thrust an inch inside of her, testing her tightness, and while she’s stretching around the tip, I feel the eagerness in the buck of her hips—“is this.”
In one swift motion, I drive forward, securing my hand on her hip to keep her in place as I bury myself inside of her to the hilt.
She cries out, a mix of surprise and excitement threaded into one, “Holy shit.”
Fucking heaven. She feels like absolute bliss and the darkest temptation. I’m never going to be able to get enough of her.
Giving her a moment to adjust, I stroke my fingers down her back in a calming, swishing pattern. “Doing okay?”
Her body gradually accepts the fullness as she begs, “Please don’t stop.”
I grab her ponytail and tug her back toward me, forcing her to arch with my dick still deep inside her. With a sharp curve of her spine, she looks up at my mask, and I decide to give her a taste of her own medicine.
“Or what?” I challenge her.
Her eyebrows turn up ever so slightly, and her lips part with a gentle sigh. “That’s not fair.”
I twitch my dick, and her eyes roll back.
“You think you get to be a brat without consequences?”
She juts her bottom lip out, tucking her top one behind it.
Wrapping her hair in my fist, I intensify her arch, pushing her back further down. “You think pouting will get you anywhere?”
She shrugs, a sparkle in her eyes gleaming. “Do what you want … to me.”
Dangerous words from even more dangerous lips.
“Be careful, baby; you might unleash a monster,” I warn her, rocking my hips forward.
A moan escapes her. “Maybe that’s what I want.”
Fucking hell, I’m screwed.
When I rear my hips back, my tip nearly slips out of her, but I thrust forward, slamming back into her before it can. She melts in my grasp before her body fully comes to life. A hunger in her eyes I’ve never seen before blossoms in front of me.
This whole time, I thought I’d be corrupting her, that I was the monster leashed, but maybe I was wrong. Maybe it’s always been her, and I’m just setting her wild side free.
“Yeah?” I murmur, slipping my thumb between her lips. She sucks hard and firm, swirling her tongue against the tip. God, that shouldn’t drive me as crazy as it is. “You want me to use you? Get my fill?”
Nodding, she runs her tongue along the pad of my thumb.
Easing out, until only my tip remains in her sweet pussy, I roll my hips forward and back, memorizing the feeling of her body wrapped around mine as I slowly fuck her.
I lower my voice to a raspy whisper. “There’s one problem—I’m never ever going to get my fill of you.”
A darkness skirts across her features as I pull back and thrust forward, with power this time, fucking her with intention. God, she feels so fucking perfect. Like she was made to take me, just like this.
“You have no idea how insane you drive me.” Thrust. “You make me feral, possessed by my feelings for you.” Thrust. “I can’t think straight anymore. I’m ruined.” Thrust. “And I’m taking you with me.”
Her moans intertwine with the slap of our thighs as I fuck her to the edge of oblivion, keeping her in the same position.
“You’re mine,” I growl. “Only mine.”
Her core starts to tighten around me, and I slow down.
“Wait, no. I was almost there.” Her words fall from her lips in a hopeless plea.
A smirk takes over my lips, and for a split second, I hate that she can’t see the amusement on my face. “I know.”
I continue to grind into her, filling her to the brim, but slow enough that she won’t be able to finish. It’s driving her mad with pleasure.
“Oh God.”
“You want to come?” I ask her.
My hand on her hip lifts and slaps down onto her cheek, and it bounces with the vibration.
“Yes! Please, fuck,” she whimpers.
I wonder if, in this lighting, she can see my eyes through the mesh, see the look on my face as I say, “Too bad … I’m the one in control.”
Her smile falters. “Please, please, please. Oh God, I’m so close. Please don’t stop.”
Her begging is nearly enough to snap my restraint.
“Tsk-tsk. Remember when you were so cocky in your texts?”
Her hands reach back, and she bunches the fabric of my joggers. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I was being a brat. Is that what you want to hear?”
The slow roll of my hips continues.
“No.”
Her face is twisted with torment. “Tell me what to say, and I’ll say it. Please, for the love of God.”
A dark, rumbling chuckle leaves my lips. “I just love hearing you beg.”
Seconds pass as her moans and whimpers become one beautiful song in my ears, my pace staying the same. Frustration gets the best of her, and she fights me for control, pulling her hips forward before backing them up on me.
Now who’s using whom?
But with my resistance, it’s not enough for her. She needs more, and I’m seconds from giving it to her because as hard as I’m trying to hold on to control, it’s slipping—and fast.
“Tell me your name. Tell me what to scream. Tell me who I belong to.” Her words snap the cord of my resilience.
I drive harder into her than ever before, my cock throbbing with unbridled need. I release her ponytail, grab her hips, and fuck her with abandon.
Her upper body falls forward, and she catches herself on the table, bracing for the next thrust. “Fuck! Fuck! Yes!”
Oh God, I’m not going to last much longer, and as badly as I want to come just like this, buried inside of her, I know she’s not on birth control, and I’m not quite ready for a little one running around.
Fighting my orgasm back, I feel her pussy start to quiver around me. “Should I stop again?”
She gasps between uncontrollable moans. “I’ll block you if you do.”
I don’t stop. I don’t slow.
Not until she’s exploding around me, her legs shaking as her orgasm tears through her, and she’s crying out louder, practically screaming.
The pulsing vibration sends me over the edge.
Pulling out from her, I step back, ready to come on her ass. But she does something that takes me by surprise.
She spins around and drops to her knees before me, sticking out her tongue and taking my dick down her throat.
“Oh-my-fucking-God,” I grunt, stars appearing in my eyes as my balls tighten and spill every drop into her mouth.
The goal was to make her come harder than she ever has, but I wasn’t ready for it to also happen to me.
My vision spots as my eyes drift closed, pleasure overriding every single nerve as she tongues at my tip. “Serena.”
She greedily takes me back down her throat, sucking my entire shaft, and as I open my eyes and look down at her, I’m blessed with the visual of her swiping her tongue along the thin slit, devouring every building drop.
Holy shit.
My dick pulses with pleasure as she releases me from her lips, and I tuck myself away, pulling my boxers and sweats back up.
Sliding my fingers beneath her chin, I guide her up to her full wobbly, orgasm-drunk height. “That was …”
I have the sudden urge to kiss her senseless, to reveal all of my secrets and step out of the shadows with her hand in mine. But I can’t. Not yet.
A song comes to an end, and Kerrigan’s pounding and shouting echo into the room from where she’s imprisoned.
Serena gasps, pulling up her panties. ”What the hell?”
Brushing my thumb along her cheek, I chuckle. “You’d better get that. I didn’t want us to be interrupted.”
Her shock fades and she bites down on her bottom lip, pulls her panties up, and starts walking toward the entrance. I follow right behind her.
“I’ll see you soon?” she whispers, hopeful, as we round the corner into the hallway toward the main space.
“Yes,” I respond, an unexpected tightness forming in my chest.
She veers off to free Kerrigan, and I disappear out of the front door before she notices I’m gone. Slipping into the darkness, I watch her move the chair, and she shudders as the cold air finally reaches her. Her head whips around, and she searches for me, but I’m already out of view.
I like to pretend I have control, but I think she’s had it all along. I’m the one wrapped around her finger, whether I’m ready to admit it or not.