Chapter 45 #2
“On the contrary, sweet Zilphia,” I rasp, my voice low and dark.
“Not even the Almighty himself can protect you from me. I’d storm the pearly gates and drag your ass back to Hell with me.
” My palm presses against her throat just enough to make her breath catch.
“Nothing will ever keep us apart. No man, no deity, or any other divine force. We’ll fuck and burn together for eternity. ”
“I’m going to fight you with everything in me,” she hisses, her eyes flashing angrily at me.
I brush a thumb over her plush bottom lip. “Okay.”
I seize her arm and drag her across the hall, flinging her into our bedroom.
As promised, she scratches and throws punches along the way.
I shut the door behind us and lock it with a definitive click.
But I don’t pounce on her just yet. My gaze wanders over the woman who’s held me captivated since I was twelve years old.
Her perfectly round breasts rise and fall with each wild breath. So fucking beautiful. My cock doubles in size, needing to be inside her warmth.
“Stay back,” she commands, her frantic gaze darting to the bathroom.
I smirk. “You won’t make it two steps before I’m on you.”
Zilphia snatches my favorite cologne off the dresser and launches it at me before dashing toward the bathroom.
The glass bottle slams into the bridge of my nose.
I stumble backward from the impact, my eyes watering, feeling like a bomb exploded in my face.
It hurts like a son of a bitch, but I recover quickly, capturing her around the waist when she tries to run past me.
Her teeth tear into my left pectoral, biting hard and deep.
“Fucking dammit,” I hiss, winding my fingers into her hair and yanking her head back until she releases me with a pained whimper. “Had enough?”
“No,” she snaps, the vivid red evidence of her attack smeared across her lips.
“Figured you’d say that.” I wrestle her against the wall, pinning her wrists high above her head with one hand. The other, I slip into her silken folds. “No panties? You made it way too easy for me.”
Tears gather in her eyes, turning them into simmering pools of rich brown. “You can’t keep doing this.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Zilphia,” I murmur, trailing my fingers through her downy-soft pubic hair. “You’re mine.” I work two fingers inside her snug pussy to the hilt. “This is mine.”
“I’m not yours,” she bites out, her voice cracking with fury.
“No?” I move in and out of her body with excruciating slowness, relishing the wet softness grasping at my fingers. “My cock is going to be buried inside your pussy in the next five minutes. Tell me again how you’re not mine.”
“Taking me by force doesn’t make me yours,” she fires back. “It makes you a rapist.”
“I can live with that.”
I drive into her slick center faster, and her body responds, melting over my fingers like warm, sticky honey.
“No,” she breathes, then sinks her teeth into my top lip, tearing my wound open again. Blood spills onto my tongue, but I’m too high on adrenaline and violence to feel the pain.
I curve my fingers, fucking her as deep and hard as I can. Zilphia cries out as liquid heat spurts from between her legs in thick waves, soaking the carpet beneath our feet. Completely enraptured, I fall to my knees and lap up the essence glistening on her thighs.
My cock twitches as her sweet, earthy taste explodes on my tongue, awakening the most primal part of me. I lick my way to her folds and eat her pussy with a ravenousness only she can sate. With her, there is no control or reason. Just a relentless need so profound it defies all logic.
I grip her round, supple bottom and draw her closer, deftly dragging my tongue back and forth over the heartbeat of her pussy.
“I hate you,” she sobs, nails biting into my shoulders as her hips writhe against my mouth. “I hate you so fucking much.”
“But your pussy doesn’t,” I rasp. “Let me demonstrate.” I push two fingers inside her satin walls and lock my lips around her clit, sucking the engorged flesh into my mouth with strong, rhythmic pulls.
My mouth and fingers move in sync, creating the perfect storm inside her warm, delectable body. Within minutes, she’s squirting all over me, sounds of ecstasy tearing from her throat. I seal my lips over her swollen mound, drinking her until she’s depleted and lying boneless against me.
My cock strains against the cotton containing it, needing inside her now. I yank her to the floor, ripping the velvet robe from her body and shoving her onto her back.
She grabs one of my leather boots, tossed carelessly on the floor, and smacks me in the face with it. “I said no!”
My skull vibrates from the blow, and for a moment, my vision splits in two. I wrestle the boot from her grasp and chuck it out of her reach. She’s giving me a run for my money, but the outcome will remain the same. I’m going to fuck her and fuck her hard.
“Get off me!” she yells, clawing her fingernails down the side of my face.
I clamp my hand over her face and slam the back of her head onto the floor. She whimpers, her eyes glazing over.
“This ends only one way,” I hiss, jerking her onto her stomach.
“I’m the mother of your children,” she gasps between gut-wrenching sobs. “If that means anything, you’ll stop right now.”
“Sweet Zilphia, that’s like asking me to stop breathing.” I push my boxer briefs down my legs and surge into her snug pussy balls deep.
I groan, lying flush against her back, the air rushing from my lungs.
It’s so fucking good. The moist ridges of her slick walls contour to my dick like a second skin.
One stroke in, and I’m already about to come.
I hold steady, shaking with the effort to contain my orgasm as Zilphia quietly weeps beneath me.
“Don’t cry,” I murmur, kissing her wet cheek. “I’m going to make you feel good.”
I roll my hips, fucking her slow and deep.
She is so fucking wet, so wet even my balls are drenched in her juices, and with every stroke, she gets wetter.
I dip my tongue into her ear, kissing, sucking, nipping.
Her soft cries turn into throaty gasps, increasing in volume as we both spiral toward the edge of carnal oblivion.
“So warm. So wet. So tight,” I praise, fucking her like she’s my oxygen and I’m a dying man.
I’m high on her, entrapped in the raw pleasure only she can give me. I delve my hands into her slippery folds, positioning a thumb on either side of her clit, lightly kneading the throbbing flesh.
“No,” she moans, her breath hitching.
“Surrender to it, sweet, Zilphia,” I whisper huskily. “You know you want to.”
“Sandman, please,” she pleads, undulating beneath me. “I don’t want… Oh God.”
A guttural sound rumbles from my chest as her dripping pussy spasms around my hard flesh, sending a violent jolt to my aching balls.
“Zilphia,” I rasp, spilling my seed inside her sweet wetness.
I give one last thrust and drop onto my back, my chest heaving. Within seconds, my cock is fully erect again—throbbing, hot, and ready.
“Come sit on it,” I murmur, squeezing just below the sensitive head.
“Leave me alone,” she fumes, lurching to her feet. “You got what you wanted.”
“That was just an appetizer.” I move into a crouched position, my muscles coiled tight with excitement. “I’m going to fuck you until I’m too weak to stand.”
She grabs a plastic jar off the dresser and hurls it at me, a furious scream bursting from her lips. I dodge whatever the hell it is and lunge at her before she’s able to get her hands on something else.
“Let me go!” she shouts, struggling to wrench free from my grasp.
I swipe the remaining products onto the floor and wrestle her onto the wooden surface. She swings her fists at me, fighting like a wild animal.
“Stay still, Zilphia,” I snarl, slamming her back against the mirror so hard the glass shatters where her head hits. “Move again and I will hurt you.”
“I hope you die,” she spits, tears swimming in her brown orbs.
“I will one day, but not today.”
I pull her legs over my arms, staring at the glistening pink treasure between her thighs. Fuck, her pussy is overflowing with my jizz. My mouth waters, my gaze following the sticky white trail to her pretty rimmed hole.
“Beautiful,” I mumble, grasping my cock and gliding the tip from her cum-filled opening to her clit, then back again.
My eyes catch on my reflection in the mirror, and I barely recognize the person staring back at me.
Not because of the tangled state of my hair or the bruises marring my face—it’s the raw need burning in my blue gaze.
How is it possible that she can make me feel grounded but out of control at the same time?
I align my length at her dripping entrance and drive into her depths. The hot grip of her walls shoots a soul-searing shockwave down my spine, almost sweeping my feet from under me. Fuck yes.
My fingers dig into her waist, holding her tight, as my body plunges into hers over and over again. Her tits, full and round from pregnancy, bounce with every frenzied thrust into her pussy.
“Six weeks without this and I nearly lost my fucking mind,” I slur, dazed with my need for her.
I lift one of her legs over my shoulder and grip the back of her other thigh at the crease, spreading her wider and fucking her deeper.
Zilphia’s face is a mask of passion, her gaze half-lidded, teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
A thin sheen of sweat clings to her body, casting a shimmering glow across her velvet skin.
Her hair tie is long gone, lost in her frantic struggle to escape me, leaving her silky mane flowing free and wild. She’s a goddess.