Then I lifted one hand from her waist and smacked her ass. Hard.
She let out a strangled cry.
“That’s what you get for trying to fucking leave me,” I growled, spanking her again.
Another smack. Her whole body jerked as her head whipped around to stare back at me. Shock widened her eyes, but her hazel orbs were bright with desire.
“You don’t run from me, Rylin,” I snarled, spanking her again, each slap harder than the last. “You runtome. You’re mine. After I’m done with this pretty little ass and have fucked your tight pussy raw, you won’t be able to sit or walk for a week without remembering who the fuck you belong to.”
Rylin’s moans were breathless now—choked sobs of need. I should have known this would turn her on. She was so damn perfect.
Her body was shaking almost violently, her body vibrating with pent-up tension and lust, grinding back on every thrust.
That beautiful ass was turning a gorgeous cherry red, and I couldn’t stop touching it, spanking it, soothing the skin with my palm, squeezing the sore curves until she whimpered and writhed, ready to come apart again.
“Fuck, Rylin. You’re so fucking tight when you’re about to come. I can feel your pussy strangling my dick. You want to come again, don’t you?”
She cried out something incoherent.
“Say it. Tell me.”
“Yes! Yes, Micah! Please—” Her voice broke. “Please. I need it—Oh yes, Micah! Yes!”
“Do it,” I growled, my voice dark and filthy, every thrust harder, deeper, rougher. “Come all over my cock. Show me how much you fucking love when I own this beautiful body.”
Rylin’s inner muscles rippled, and a beat later, she broke.
“There it is, baby. That’s it. Let me see you come.”
Her whole body arched, her mouth falling open on a scream as her pussy clamped down around me like a fucking vise again, soaking me in a flood of slick heat as she came harder than I’d ever felt her come before, gushing her arousal all over me for the second time.
“You were made for this cock, baby. Made for me to stretch you, fill you, fucking break you.”
Her thighs shook, and finally, her arms collapsed beneath her as she slumped forward, twitching and gasping while the orgasm went on and on.
But I didn’t stop. For some reason, I couldn’t. Her climax only made my hunger stronger. Something inside me had taken over, like an animal intent on breeding its mate.
Well, shit.All of a sudden, I pictured the many, many times I’d taken Rylin and…I couldn’t remember using a condom, even one damn time.
But instead of making me freak and pull out, I gripped her hips and fucked her through it—merciless now—rutting wildly, my fat cock probably stretching her to the limits. She was gonna be so damn sore tomorrow, but even that didn’t ease the driving desire pulsing through me now.
“Not done,” I rasped. “Not fucking done with you yet.”
Not until I’d knocked her the fuck up.
I didn’t even wait for her to recover.
Still buried deep, still rock fucking hard, I grabbed her waist and pulled her off my cock with a wet, needy slide. She gasped atthe sudden emptiness, but before she could protest, I flipped her over onto her back and climbed over her.
Her hair was a halo across the pillow, her lips kiss-swollen and pupils blown wide. Her chest rose and fell fast as I gripped both her wrists and pinned them above her head with one big hand.
“Keep them there.”
Her breath hitched, and she nodded, her chest arching as I dragged the head of my cock over her swollen entrance while I gave a quick, hard suck to each other's nipples. Then I licked my lips and watched her twitch, her hips rising toward me on instinct.
“I can’t slow down, baby,” I warned, voice rough as gravel. “You’re getting every fucking inch.”
Then I slammed into her, and she arched off the bed with a broken scream, her hands straining where I’d pinned them. I didn’t let up. I didn’t give her a chance to adjust. I fucked her hard—deep, driving thrusts that shook the bed and echoed off the walls. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room. Her back bowed off the mattress every time I bottomed out.
