She lets out a guttural groan behind the panties in her mouth, her eyes rolling back. I fuck into her, rough and hard, just as I imagined when I raced her brother. This is for him and every other pathetic fuck who thinks they can keep my girl away from me.
Fisting her hair, I pull hard, forcing her head into an awkward angle as I drive into her again and again, filling her with my cock. Her pussy clenches, and I slow down, making sure she feels every veined inch, each groove massaging her inner walls.
“Tell me you want it.”
Of course she can’t talk with her mouth stuffed, so I rip the panties free and grab her jaw. When I pick up the tempo, her eyes roll back again. I jostle her until she looks at me, cock-drunk. “Tell me what I want to hear.”
“Please… more.”
“More what, Jessica? What do you need?”
“You. Y-your cock.”
“Yeah? Like this?” I pull out and slam back in, and she cries out. “Is that what you want, baby? To be fucked good and hard?”
She moans again, so I push her face into the pillow, fisting her hair, and fuck an orgasm out of her.
The mattress squeaks in rhythm, the headboard thudding against the wall like a loose shutter banging in a storm.
She’s loud enough for the kitchen staff and my father, wherever he’s hiding in the house, to hear.
“Fuck,” I curse, sweat trickling down my neck. I’m close. My balls tingle. My muscles bunch. “Where do you want it, baby?”
“Kane,” she whimpers, the sound muffled by the mattress.
I grab her neck instead, forcing her head to the side. Her lips part, mascara streaking down her cheeks. She’s devastatingly beautiful in the throes of pleasure.
“You’re such a pretty cum slut, baby.” My thrusts slow, coordination slipping now that my balls are heavy and ready to burst. “I’m gonna make such a mess of you.”
She moans, arching her ass to take more of me. Such a greedy little thing.
“Where do you want it, little thief?”
“I want to taste you.” The words break apart on a moan. She’s right on the edge, exactly where I want her.
I shove one of her knees high and tighten my grip on her fragile neck as I drive into her harder, faster.
Seconds later, her pussy clamps down hard enough to make me hiss. I grab the headboard and ride her through it.
By the time she finally comes down, sweat slicks my skin, but I’m not done with her yet.
I flip her onto her back and kneel, fist wrapped around my cock, stroking the aching length. Shivers race up my spine as precum slides over my knuckles and I squeeze the leaking crown.
When I fist her hair, she cries out, and I thrust past her lips. My cock is almost too big for her warm mouth, but God loves a trier.
The handcuffs rattle. She gags.
Such a beautiful sound.
I draw back and thrust deep again and again, groaning when the orgasm sparks at my spine.
“Fuck, baby. That’s it. Choke on it.”
One more hard ram sends her coughing, and that’s what finally pushes me over the edge. I pull away, and she sticks out her tongue just in time to catch the cum spilling over her face in milky ropes
“Jessica,” I choke out, stroking my thick length as another string of cum squirts onto her tongue. She’s a vision, and seeingher like this, all mine, brands something deep in my soul. I’ll never be the same.
Exhausted, I retrieve the key and unlock her handcuffs. When that’s done, I collapse beside her and pull her into me.
