With her bottom lip jutting out and shoulders slumping, she turns around like I asked, facing the headboard. I don’t mutter a word to her as I hook my fingers into her destroyed leggings and panties, peeling them down her legs and discarding them on the floor.
I do the same with her shirt and bra, freeing her juicy tits without making a sound.
She watches me carefully, studying me intensely.
“What are you doing?” she finally asks as I slide off the bed.
I hold her in place with a firm glare. “Stay right there.”
She continues to pout, more playfully now than anything, and I watch her as I kick the rest of my clothes off.
The tension is palpable as I kneel on the bed, positioning myself directly behind her.
“Put your hands on the headboard,” I order her.
After a hard swallow, she does, leaning forward and stretching her back out as she wraps her fingers around the top of the board.
“I thought you weren’t fucking me,” she challenges me, and I drive my hand up, slicing through the air and smacking hard against her ass.
She yelps, and I know it burns; I didn’t hold back this time.
“I never finished my sentence.” I pause, smacking her other cheek with the same strength.
Her back arches, her ass grazing my cock. I land blow after blow, and her sharp yelp begins to morph into a moan.
“What I should have said is, if you move your hands, I won’t fuck you the way you want. I’ll fuck you the way you need.”
Fisting my cock, I swipe it up through her center, the bead of pre-cum mixing with her arousal. Her ass is already red, my handprints visible. By the time I’m done, you won’t be able to tell where one mark begins and another ends.
Lifting my hand, I bring it down sharply on her ass.She moans, and I spank her again, and again, and again in quick succession, alternating cheeks.
Palming her tender flesh, I massage the ache away, lining myself up with her entrance at the same time. I bring my hand up once more, swinging down onto her cheek as I drive my cock into her greedy pussy, stretching her out fast and rough.
“Ahh!” she shrieks, rocking forward from the force. “Holy shit!”
Reaching around her neck, I tip her head back, and her head falls, her hooded gaze finding mine. I give her a second to adjust to my size, but not long enough for true comfort.
I roll my hips back before sinking into her, deeper and fuller than before. She struggles, fighting the intensity.
“Bates.” She whimpers my name in a plea, and fucking hell, hearing my name like that from her makes my balls tighten and nearly spill into her.
I hold back; I won’t be satisfied until she’s exhausted from this, until she’s deliriously pleasure drunk.
Tightening my grip on her throat, I pull her back toward me as I thrust into her. “Take it. Take it.Take it. Don’t you fucking quit. Take every inch I give you.”
Nodding with obedience and unspoken consent, she moans uncontrollably, her sounds erratic and loud as her body liquefies in my grasp. She is a stunning mess of submission and pleasure.
Her moans fill the room around us, and I suddenly wish I had cameras in here to capture how fucking beautiful she sounds. I’m going to need to install some for next time.
We’re both falling apart, struggling to hold on any longer.
“Oh, you’re doing so goddamn good,” I encourage her, railing into her harder and faster, my voice breathy and ragged.
Her walls start to tighten around my dick, and I know she doesn’t have long before she’s screaming, coming undone at the center. And I’ll be right behind her.
I walk downstairs and find Serena sitting on my couch, wearing my hoodie and a pair of my boxers.
That’s the only thing she should ever wear. My name on her back and my marks on her skin.
