Chapter Sixteen #2
“Scream for me, scream for anyone to come and help you now, princess. They’ll see you soaking my chin with your pussy, begging me to fill you,” I hiss.
Pushing two fingers roughly inside her, her warmth coats me, and I curl the tips until I feel her muscles pulse around me.
Her heels dig into my back, her hands pulling me down instead of away as I lap against her clit again, keeping a rough rhythm of licking, sucking, and grazing my teeth around her tight bundle of nerves.
“I don’t want this, I don’t want this,” she cries as she grinds against my face.
Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, pulsating against the foreign invasion, and she lets out a roar loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
Her hands push me down. I’m teeth and tongue, my face soaked with her essence as my fingers continue to pump inside her.
She’s groaning, weeping. I watch as tears fall onto her cheeks.
Her bucking stops, and I pull out my fingers, licking them clean as I watch her. My smirk grows into an all-out grin.
“Catch your breath, because I’m not fucking done,” I spit out as her eyes widen.
“Wait, no . . . please. I can’t take any more.”
I undo my zipper, then pull off my undershirt.
She sucks in a breath, her legs squeezing together.
We’ve scratched the surface of that ache inside her.
By the end of the night, I want her begging me to stop.
Her eyes track down my chest. My chest is broad, my shoulders are strong.
I’ve had years of working out in the army.
Physical training that pushes the body to the absolute limit of what it can achieve.
She’s seen me without a shirt on before, but maybe she’s giving herself permission to look this time.
Because now her eyes lick up and down me as if she wants to take a bite.
“Please . . .” she whimpers. “I’ll do anything you want. Just don’t hurt me.”
“You owe me now, princess.” I sneer. “I had you coming on my tongue in minutes. Now it’s my turn.”
I flip her over onto her belly, her face crushing into the pillow as I palm her cheeks, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass. Fucking hell. She’s a walking wet dream like this. Soft and pliable. Katie Murphy’s submissive side has shown, and I’m a wreck for it.
I shove two fingers into her cunt, and her ass lifts, as if it knows just what I like.
“Still soaked. Such a little slut for a princess, aren’t you?”
“No . . . please . . . I have money. I can pay you. Please don’t do that.”
I pull out my cock, gripping the base as I rub the tip through her wetness.
“No, don’t . . . Please, I’m begging you.” Her repeated cries fall on deaf ears. I’m not stopping, not until she says the word red.
I slam into her, gripping her hips hard as I thrust again and again.
She tries to lift onto her elbows, but the weight I push against her forces her back again until I wrap her hair around my fist, pulling her up against me.
Her cries are pained as I bite down on her shoulder, and she digs an elbow into my ribs.
With my free hand, I pinch her nipple, so tight and taut for me.
I’m rough, unrelenting, as I pound into her, my cock ready to explode.
“You’ve seen me watching you, haven’t you?” I murmur.
She squirms as I take a languid lick up her neck.
“Yeah, you’ve noticed me. Hence why you left your door open. Just for me, wasn’t it?” I release her nipple and slide my fingers down her belly before reaching for the toy I threw on her bed earlier. I turn it on, pressing it against her nipple, sliding the tip to the other side.
“That’s how I knew you wanted this. Because like a little slut, you’ve been begging to be fucked by a man like me, haven’t you?”
“No . . . no, please.”
“Admit it.”
“No, it’s not true!” she cries.
“Admit it, and I’ll let you come.” I slide the vibrator down her stomach, pressing it just above her clit as I continue to slide my cock in and out.
Yanking her hair down, her head falls back onto my shoulder. Her lips parting in the sweetest gasp I’ve ever heard.
“Admit it. NOW!”
“Yes, yes, okay, I wanted it. I wanted you.” I press the vibrator onto her clit, watching her squirm as her head lolls back, and she bites her bottom lip. “No . . . no, no, no, no . . .” She clenches so hard, my cock swells, fighting against the restraint.
“Fuck me, princess. Show me how rough you like it.”
“Bite me, please,” she begs, and I sink my teeth into the soft flesh between her neck and shoulder, sucking the skin. She pulls off the lycra restraints, grips my head with one hand, and places the other over mine that is holding the vibrator.
Her pained cry rings in my ear as she rolls her hips again and again, the pleasure building at the base of my spine.
“Jonesy,” she breathes, her hips slowing as she comes down from her orgasm. She pushes the vibrator away and leans on her elbows, sticking her ass up further as she arches her back.
The sight of her flicking her red hair over her shoulder so she can turn to watch me sends me over the edge. Hot, thick ropes of cum spurt out of me as I fill her throbbing cunt. She reaches between her legs and tugs on my balls, and a groan escapes me as I pump my last few thrusts into her.
I slowly pull out, watching my cum seep from her pussy.
The primal part of me acts on instinct, and I use the two fingers I’d made her come with tonight and push the sticky liquid back into her.
I want her full of me. Belly swelled with my baby so she can never leave me.
I know how messed up that is; I know it’s not right.
But it’s Katie. My Katie. Katie, who’s given me so little of herself the last few years, and now she’s trusting me with everything.
Trusting me with her secrets, her fantasies.
I’m not giving her up now. Not a chance in hell.
She rolls onto her back, and I lie down beside her, our scene over.
What is she thinking? Does she want to do that again? I might die if she says no.
I don’t have time to ask her, because she rolls over, tears in her eyes as she cups my cheek and drops the softest of kisses against my lips.