Chapter 7 #3
I roll onto my back, finally giving her the opening to get up. She sits on her knees and offers me a front-row view as she pulls the dress off and shimmies out of her panties.
I shouldn’t be surprised by how fucking good she looks naked, but my cock throbs with maddening lust anyway.
Simone’s not a traditionally slender woman—she’s the definition of stacked, with large breasts and full hips and thick thighs that match her fat ass. She’s got the perfect hourglass figure.
All natural.
That much is obvious as she strips down, and I feast my gaze on her naked, fleshy curves.
She obediently crawls toward me and reaches for the buckle of my pants. Our lips meet again for more passionate kisses. I plunder her mouth, palming her heavy, soft breasts.
“Fuck yourself on my cock, princess,” I growl between kisses. “Now or I’ll do it for you.”
She whimpers against my lips and pulls out my hard, throbbing cock. Her silky touch is almost enough to make me come, I’m so fucking hard.
It’s obvious she doesn’t know what she’s doing. She’s never properly touched a dick before.
But even as she clumsily wraps her fingers around my girth and gives me an uncertain half stroke, I’m breathing raggedly through the thick arousal that’s taken over.
I’m marveling at how I find her so fucking sexy when all she’s doing is straddling me naked and touching my dick.
Her scent is heady and fragrant, a sweet musk that makes my head spin. After she strokes me a couple times her fingers find her pussy, and she rubs at her clit as if unsure what to do next. She has a patch of dark, curly pubic hair that’s just as sexy as the rest of her.
Something about the fact that I’m the first man who’s ever seen her like this, who’s ever been with her in a moment like this, pumps even hotter blood straight to my cock. It makes me pulse with even more hunger for her.
I decide to help her out, grabbing her by the elbows and dragging her the rest of the way onto my lap.
“You ready, princess?” I ask, our brows pressed together. “It’s going to hurt the first time. Your pussy will struggle to take me. But in time, it’ll feel good too. I’ll have you coming so hard you’ll be milking my cock as I fuck you.”
I capture her lips for another kiss, wrapping an arm around her hips. Her nerves are palpable, like she’s stuck in her head about how much pain is involved.
So I once again I help her out; I don’t give her another moment to hesitate about it.
I wrench her down, impaling her all at once on my cock. She cries out, going rigid against my chest as my cock jams its way inside her slick, narrow channel.
Any resistance from her hymen gives way, allowing me to slide toward the back of her pussy and fill her up. I give her a second, holding her in place as she breathes unevenly and her nails gouge at my shoulders.
My cock’s stretching her open. I’m surrounded by tight, pulsing heat that feels so fucking amazing.
Pleasure ripples up my shaft and spreads through the rest of my body.
It takes effort to stay on task and not give into lust and fuck her like a madman.
I kiss her some more, claiming her mouth while my cock fills her pussy. My way of distracting her from the discomfort and pain.
Hands palming her ass, I start moving her body on me. I lift her up and down on my cock and thrust my hips to meet her at the same time.
Any choice has been taken away. She’s fucking herself on my dick whether she was ready to or not. But gradually hesitation fades.
Soon she’s riding along, gyrating her hips as we slip into a steady rhythm.
“I own this pussy, princess,” I growl, driving up into her. “From here on out, it’s mine. Just like you. Understand?”
“Yes…” she pants, eyes clenched shut. Her fingers return to her clit as she rides me, rubbing and fucking herself on my cock at the same time.
As if I needed anything else to drive my hunger for her. As if her tits bouncing and silky pussy wrapped around me weren’t enough.
Now I’m treated to the view of her pleasuring herself as I slide in and out of her.
My grip on her ass tightens. I wrench her back down again and again on me. Hot pressure wells up inside me, signaling I’m already close.
But I grit my teeth and power through it. I focus on how hypnotic her hips are as she moves with enough skill it’s hard to believe this is her first time.
Her body dips then rises as if she’s moving to an imaginary beat. She rides my cock better than I ever remember any other woman doing.
The girl might’ve acted nervous and hesitant, but it’s clear she’s a natural. She’s lost herself to the motions and the feel-good sensations and dominance as I grope her ass and fist her hair.
We’re both so fucking close, panting hard, bodies operating as one.
It’s why I’m taken by surprise when she flips the moment on its head. Simone goes from taking my cock deep in her once-virginal pussy to producing a small blade that she presses to my throat like she’s about to slit it open.
Where the blade even comes from, I’ve got no fucking clue. Maybe she hid it under the pillow earlier when she disappeared for a few minutes.
But I’ve obviously been too distracted by her tight, silken pussy and theatrical performance to notice her pull it out.
Our gyrations die out as she glares hatefully into my eyes and holds the blade tightly against my jugular.
My cock’s still fucking inside her, her thighs bracketing mine, yet here she is, pressing a knife to me like some skilled gangster.
A slow, crooked grin comes to my face. “So Malcolm Langston’s daughter isn’t so prissy and innocent after all. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised the daughter of a weapons dealer would pull a weapon on me.”
She says nothing, merely glaring at me like I’m her worst enemy.
“Well?” I challenge. “What are you waiting for? Do it. Slice my throat.”
But I already know she won’t—daughter of a weapons dealer or not, my beautiful virginal bride is no killer. She’s pulled a blade on me, but if she truly meant to do me in, she would’ve done it with no hesitation.
She would’ve slit my throat the moment she got the upper hand.
It’s that flicker of hesitancy that gives me my opening.
I grab her by the wrist and easily overpower her, forcing the blade from her grasp with brute strength. She squeals in pain from how roughly I’ve gripped her wrist. Then I’m flipping us over, reversing our position.
She’s planted face down on the mattress, once again trapped under me. Her whole body jerks and bucks against me, but it’s no use.
I’m weighing her down, caging her like an animal about to be slaughtered. I’m using her own weapon against her, wrapping her up in my arms and pressing the same blade against her delicate throat.
“Ronan!” she screams in wild panic.
“See how that goes, princess? See how the tables turn when you try to act out?” I ask her crudely. “I can make you suffer so much worse than you could ever make me.”
I shove her thighs apart with my knee, driving myself back into her pussy.
She releases her highest-pitched scream yet as I sink in deep and her quivering walls stretch to accommodate me.
I’m on fire from how the new sense of dark lust burns through me. Any considerations I had before have vanished. I’m on destroy mode, pressing the knife to her throat and dragging my hips back only to slam back in.
Instant pleasure inundates me, flooding up my shaft. She clenches around me, still struggling to handle my girth and length.
But it doesn’t fucking matter. It doesn’t matter that she’s panicked and bucking against me.
This is about my pleasure now; this is about teaching her a hard, cruel lesson.
My arm bands across her stomach, and I nuzzle my face against the side of hers. Lips near her ear, I taunt her some more.
“You’re going to regret ever thinking you could win against me, princess,” I say coldly. “You’re about to learn what it’s like to be fucked by your enemy.”
They’re the last words I speak before I unleash the rage and lust coursing through me. My hips become a machine, winding back and then drilling in. Her cries are just as immediate, tearing from her throat hoarsely and pitifully.
I do as I say—I fuck her like she’s my worst enemy in the flesh.
In this moment, she is.
There’s no love to be found. No sweetness between husband and wife. Only hate and punishment.
Only violent fucking as I pound into her and she’s forced to take every brutal, deep thrust. It’s so twisted it becomes therapeutic in the most toxic way.
Simone whimpers, curvy body arched against mine. Her eyes are screwed shut, blade still pressed to her throat.
She comes like this. I know because her pussy walls contract around my cock in a rippling massage.
But it’s still not the end. As her body goes limp and she slumps forward as if tempted to melt into liquid on the mattress, I only grip her tighter.
I’m not through with her yet. I drive into her even harder, faster, rougher, battering away at her swollen, slick little pussy.
Making sure to drive the point home.
She’s married to me now, and I own her. She will submit to me, or I will break her in the process.
Our marriage is nothing more than a sham. It’s nothing more than a business deal between our fathers and hate sex between us.
It’s with this thought in mind that I finally cross the finish line.
My cock sinks deep, hitting her cervix to another mewl from her, my orgasm rushing in all at once.
I toss the blade, gripping her by the throat instead, and spill myself deep. My hot release floods her, filling her up ’til she takes every last fucking drop.
Soon, after I’ve fucked her enough, she’ll be swollen with my child. The first of many.
I slide out of her and notice bloodspots. Just more proof of what I’ve stolen from her. But it’s deserved after the stunt she’s pulled.
I can’t help feeling proud about it. As fucked up and cruel as it is, I grin as I slide off the bed and pull my pants on.
She’s barely moved, rolling onto her side with glazed eyes and breasts heaving from the breaths she’s gulping down.
“You’re about to feel me between those thighs for days, princess,” I say. “Every time you take a step, you’ll be thinking about how your pussy officially belongs to me now. Every single fucking part of you does.”
“Fuck you,” she gasps, ever defiant.
I chuckle darkly as I head off to the bathroom to take a piss. “Yeah, you will be. Whenever I want. Better get used to it.”