Chapter 14 Used
Ren
When the door finally opens, I fall backward. He catches me and lifts me off the floor in one smooth movement. He never breaks the kiss as I wrap my legs around his waist, and he carries me to the kitchen island.
He sets me down and feverishly pushes up my dress. I spread my legs for him to step between them. At the same time, I’m clawing at his belt and tugging his tucked-in shirt. I feel like an uncoordinated mess of limbs, but I don’t care. I just want him.
My palms slip under his shirt and slide up the hot, hard canvas of his abs as he shimmies off my panties. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him shove them into his back pocket.
He breaks our kiss to look down and watch his wide hands glide up my bare thighs. His thumb massages the crease between my leg and hip. It’s a ticklish, intimate spot that makes me squirm then melt further into his touch.
My hand slips into his pants and wraps around his thick cock, making him fall forward with a delicious, throaty groan that sparks along my skin.
His breath is hot on my neck as he rests the side of his head against mine.
The way I make him fold with the smallest slide of my fist is a rush, making me more eager, if that’s even possible.
“Fuck,” he curses and goes from tempered, control movements to roughly hooking his arms under my knees and forcefully tugging me to the edge of the counter.
He holds my legs even wider. My heart races as I feel the cool air against my spread pussy. I feel exposed and manhandled and hot. So fucking hot, like I could burn up with just a fraction of his attention. He’s so focused on me, like he’s trying to commit every inch of my skin to memory.
I race to push his pants over his hips and free his cock. His fingers dig into my thighs as he rocks his pelvis forward, and I bring his tip to my center.
“Let me feel you,” he rasps. Mouth watering and chest pounding, I drag his thick head through my slick folds.
I look down to watch. My breath hitches when it grazes over my clit. “Oh, please.”
He’s not even inside of me, and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I can’t tear my eyes away.
Until I’m forced to. He wrenches my head back with a fistful of my hair. “This isn’t about what you want,” he growls. “This is about me owning this cunt for the next five days. And you better believe I’m going to use you like a fucking whore.”
My pussy clenches. Oh god, do I want that.
Like I’m nothing more than a doll, he pulls me to my feet and spins me around so fast it takes my breath away. He bends me over harshly, my cheek pressed into the cool marble.
His hand trails down my spine, making chills ripple down my arms. His cock rests on top of my ass, and I hear the distinct sound of tearing foil then feel him putting a condom on.
After he drags his cock back and forth over my pussy, his hips press tight against my bottom. He grabs my shoulder with one hand. His breath becomes slower, louder as he positions himself at my entrance. I bite my lip hard in anticipation.
He makes one strong thrust at the same time he pulls me back with the hand on my shoulder, sinking his cock deep inside me. I cry out at the sudden fullness, but it turns to a sharp moan as he rocks partially back and pistons forward again.
“God—” I sputter, my hands clawing for purchase at the edge of the counter.
“You look even better with my cock buried in this dripping pussy than I ever imagined.”
He proceeds to fuck me with fast, powerful snaps of his hips. His thick cock drags against every sweet, oversensitized nerve inside me. The hard edge of the counter digs into my hips, and the bite of pain every time he brutally thrusts into me only adds to the feeling of being used.
I don’t have to do anything but take it. It’s blissfully overwhelming.
And becomes even more so when he reaches around to cup my pussy. The heel of his palm presses against my clit. The next time he pounds back in, my pussy grinds against it and I moan loudly.
“Fuck—fuck—fuck.” I mewl with every thrust. My toes curl in my heels, and my fingers wrapped around the counter edge ache with how tightly I’m gripping it. My lungs feel halved in size the higher and higher he works me.
“You are not to come,” he orders coarsely.
“What?” I gasp, my clit already throbbing.
“You heard me. Don’t you dare fucking come.”
Surely, he knows what he’s doing with his hand. He can’t be serious. “But—”
“Do I need to gag you?” he snarls, and illicit fear races through me.
“Uh-uh,” I mumble and clench my teeth together. When that doesn’t stop the pleasure from flooding my blood, I try biting my tongue. I so badly want to do as he says, but—
“I—can’t—stop!” I cry as everything crests and comes crashing down over me.
My pussy pulses around his cock as I come and my legs shake. The sound torn from me is unlike any noise I’ve made before. It’s raw and desperate, pained yet drenched with ecstasy.
I feel like I’m caught in a rough tide, being rocked by waves, until I crash into a rock. Roman rips me off the counter and forces me to my knees. His hand tightly gripping my hair stills me.
“Your body doesn’t belong to you anymore. It belongs to me, and I decide when you get to come and when you bite down and take it. So now, since you can’t handle my cock in that greedy pussy, I’m going to have to use another one of your holes.”
I swallow hard, my scalp stinging where he fists the top of my head. “Yes, I’m sorry—”
“Open,” he cuts me off.
I drop my jaw, opening as wide as I can. He taps my cheek with his hard cock, covered in my juices. “There’s my good girl. I knew you could follow instructions after all. Now relax your throat.”
He drags his cock over my lips before taking the condom off. When I lick my lips, I can’t help but moan at the salty taste on my tongue, knowing I’m tasting my own lust. He cocks one brow, his gaze smoldering as he slides into my mouth. “Do you like how you taste after being used?”
“Mm-hmm,” I hum the best I can with him filling my mouth.
“I’m not going to be gentle, sweet girl. Squeeze my thigh if it’s too much.” I blink slowly, acknowledging him. “But I know you can take it.” The hint of a smile tugs loosely on his lips before he clenches his teeth together and shoves his cock to the back of my throat.
Instantly, my eyes water. My instinct is for my hands to fly to his thighs, but I resist it.
I know I can do this, and knowing I have an out if needed gives me even more conviction.
I ball my hands into fists in my lap and loosen my jaw and throat as he continues to fuck my face with powerful thrusts.
I look up to find his gaze already waiting for me.
His eyes narrow, and a smirk flits across his mouth as our eyes lock.
“That’s it . . . Fuck . . . Yes . . .” His groans are deep and masculine, stroking something soft and primal inside me, the ultimate calming effect.
Even as I choke and gag, his deep brown eyes stay with me, and anything that isn’t me or him just fades away.
“God, Ren—fuck, fuck, f-f-fuck!” He grips the top of my hair with both hands and holds me still as he comes hot and heavy down my throat. He exhales raggedly, closing his eyes and rolling his head back, like he’s been depleted of the strength to even hold his head up.
“You,” he mumbles, and he slowly pulls his head back up, sliding out of my mouth. He gives me a lazy, sated smile. It warms me to my core.
“C’mere, sweet girl.” I expect him to help me to my feet, but instead he bends down and completely scoops me up in his arms.
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