She lifts her chin in a challenging manner and marches past me as though I’m invisible. That bit of rejection, combined with my simmering irritation, heats my blood. I can take just about anything in life except being ignored.
That just fucks me off.
Which is why I grab the bundle of curls piled on top of her head, dig my fingers into the strands, and drag her to me. I watch with great pleasure as her pupils shrink due to her fear, right before I slam my mouth to hers.
I’ll be damned before I let this woman forget about me.
Our lips mash and my teeth click against hers, but I don’t let up or ease the pressure on her in any way. Carina needs to understand who she’s fucking with. Figurativelyandphysically.
She can’t do more than turn her head to avoid me, considering her arms are trapped between our bodies, and once I squeeze her skull, she stops turning her head. I run my tongue along the seam of her lips, back and forth, occasionally nipping at the swollen skin. It tears and a tiny river of blood hits my tastebuds and the coppery tang has me groaning. Drawing blood is an act of dominance, a draining of someone’s life force, the very essence they need to survive, and by taking it I’m sending the message their life is in my hands.
Carina has yet to open her mouth and submit to me, so I take a hold of her jaw and apply pressure until she gasps in pain. Then I drive my tongue between her teeth and plunder her mouth, touching and tasting every crevice and texture of it. I drop my hand from her face and drag my fingers along the slit of her dress until I reach her upper thigh. After maneuvering her to the nearest wall, I wedge my knee between her legs, spreading them to give me access to her cunt.
And it’s fucking drenched.
I seize her hips to move her over and then spin her around so that she’s standing in front of the bathroom mirrors with me directly behind her. Her bewildered expression is indicated by her wide eyes and shallow breaths. As soon as she fastens her gaze on mine and I palm her breast, kneading the supple mound and tweaking her nipple, she shivers. I use my foot to widen her stance while I continue to play with her breasts, and then shove my hand between her legs so I can circle her entrance with agonizingly slow strokes. Using the dampness I find there, I bring it to her clit and that’s when she closes her eyes and moans softly.
“Who owns this pussy,viziata?”
Carina licks her lips and swallows deep. “You.”
“And who’s going to fuck this pussy?”
“You,” she breathes.
“That’s my good girl.”
I reward her answers by shoving two fingers into her cunt and it clenches around them. She slams her palms on the counter and lets her head fall forward with a loud groan, but when I don’t move she wriggles her hips in a silent request. Which I deny. Instead, I remove my hand to glide my fingers along her ass, stopping at her back entrance where I massage the tiny hole, lubricating it.
“Rafael.” Her voice is full of trepidation.
I dip my finger inside her body and she starts. “Be still or it’ll hurt more.”
“More?”
Carina tries to twist out of my hold, so I grip the back of her neck and shove her down on the counter, pinning her there. I explore her ass, pushing my finger in and out, while going a little deeper each time. She doesn’t fight me, but her breathing has accelerated significantly. Maybe she’s finally realized there’s no stopping me.
“Please don’t,” she whimpers.
I pause. “Why?”
“It…scares me.”
“Only for now.”
“Rafael, please. I’m begging.”
“Who needs pity now?”
I don’t wait for her to answer. After I yank down her underwear and free my cock, I’m thrusting into her cunt. No hesitation and with all the fucking strength I possess. My loud groan drowns out her gasp, which morphs into a soft cry. And then the only noises in the room are the slapping of flesh as I slam into her cunt again and again, trying to fuck my way through this anger and frustration, to get it out of my system.
Carina moans every time I drive deep and when I feel she’s close, I remove my hand from the back of her neck and to her throat, in order to lift her until she’s upright.
“Watch me as I fuck you,” I say, not stopping the gyration of my hips. “I’m going to pound this pussy so hard you won’t be able to sit down without coming.”
For once, she obeys me. Her eyes never leave mine the entire time I drive deep into her body. And when she’s ready to fall over the edge and into madness, I thumb her clit until she screams. The walls of her cunt flutter as she comes and they fist my cock better than any hand, sending a rush through me. My balls tighten and then I’m coming inside her. It’s something I won’t do without protection, but Carina isn’t just any woman.
She’s my wife to-be.
