I let her rest, just for a second, just long enough to feel her calm, to let her know she’s safe.
Then I pick her up again, and carry her to the far corner where the light is weakest.
I set her on her feet, smooth the hair from her face, and wait until she looks at me.
She does. She always does.
“Are you ready?” I ask.
She nods.
I kneel in front of her, lift her dress and her leg, and kiss the inside of her thigh, right where the skin is softest.
She gasps. I do it again, higher.
I taste her, slow, methodical, until she’s shaking again. Until she grabs my hair and holds me there, grinding against my mouth.
She comes again, this time with a scream.
I stand, wipe my mouth, and look her in the eye.
“My pretty girl,” I say, and this time, there’s no argument.
She pulls me in, kisses me, all teeth and tongue.
“Yes, Colton, make me yours,” she says.
This isn’t the violence the Board wanted. This is something else.
Something holy.
My cock is aching. I want to be inside her so bad I can’t breathe.
I let her legs drop, turn her around, and press her face-first to the wall. The bricks are rough, the mortar crumbling. She plants her hands against the stone, arches her back.
I drag the dress up. Her ass is perfect. I palm it, spreading her cheeks, watching the way she pushes back against my grip.
She doesn’t need it, but I spit into my hand and slick myself. The head of my cock lines up at her entrance, but I wait, making her grind back against me.
She whimpers. “Please. Colton. Please.”
I slam into her in one hard thrust, burying myself. She jerks, hands clawing the wall, but she doesn’t tell me to stop. She begs for more.
I fuck her like it’s the last night on earth, each thrust knocking the breath out of both of us. She’s so tight I can barely move, but she opens for me, takes every inch, every savage pulse.
I lean over her, mouth to her ear.
“You were made for this,” I growl. “Made for me.”
She moans, high and broken. Her nails scrape the wall, her whole body shuddering.
I drive into her, faster now, relentless. I hook one of her legs up onto the broken wood, angling deeper. She chokes on a scream, grinding back on me like she wants to be ruined.
Her cunt grips me, fluttering, so wet it drips down my balls.
I snake my hand around to her front, fingers finding her clit. I rub it, rough, until she’s sobbing, babbling nonsense. She’s so fucking close, the muscles in her thighs trembling.
Her ass jiggles as I smack it, and a beautiful red spreads from it that I slap it again, the sound echoing. She comes apart, screaming into her arm, pussy clenching so hard it almost forces me out.
