My action drew a soft cry from her mouth. “Fuck me all you want,” she said, eyes boring into mine. “You’ll never own me.”
I slammed into her more rapidly, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. “You can pretend as much as you want. I know you like it.”
She bit her lower lip, her face contorted in pleasure—the same pleasure she tried to mask with a frown.
“Is that all you’ve got?” she wore a mocking grin. “I expected more from an angry beast.”
My jaw locked. “Fuck you.”
“Fuck you too,” she replied, defiance flashing in her eyes.
I held up her leg in the air as I destroyed her pussy with vigorous strokes. Perhaps deep down, her words cut deeper than I cared to admit, and this was to punish her.
The harder I fucked her, the more difficult it became to control her moans. I pulled out without warning and spun her around, pressing her breasts against the wall.
Her ass shot out while I raised the hem of her dress over her waist. With her panties still shifted to the side, I plunged back inside her, slapping her ass at intervals.
“Oh, my fuckin’ God,” she whimpered, her body responding energetically to my relentless strokes.
I grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged at it while ramming her from behind. I went on and on, drilling her pussy with the strength of the starving beast. I almost forgot how sweet she was until now, and the harder I drove into her, the more she moaned.
Her legs trembled beneath her, her whimpers coming in short gasps as she murmured something under her breath. I hit her harder and harder, basking in the sound of her moans.
A guttural groan signaled my arrival, my tempo quickening by the second. With a thick grunt, I drove deeper into her pussy, filling her up with my essence.
Panting, I pulled out, watching her body shake like a leaf. I tucked my shaft back into my pants and buckled my belt, my eyes pinned on her.
She straightened her spine, the hem of her dress draping over her legs. She smoothed out the faint wrinkles on the fabric, then adjusted the strands that framed her face.
Without looking at me, she walked away, her heels clicking on the floor. I watched her unlock the door and leave as if nothing had happened within these walls. I let out a soft sigh, unsure of how she must be feeling at the moment.
I brushed the thought to the back of my mind, then stepped out of the room to join her back at the party.
Chapter 19 – Scarlett
It had happened again!
I couldn’t help it.
My body responded to his touch in a way that blatantly betrayed my defiance. I didn’t know how much I missed his cock until he was deep inside me. His relentless strokes sent tremors down my core and caused my legs to tremble.
The sex was spontaneous, rough, and chaotic. Each thrust was a reminder that I belonged to him and that he had the right to my body. He fucked me mercilessly as if punishing me for defying his orders.
I should’ve hated him even more for exploiting my weakness. But how could I do that when I enjoyed every minute of it? His hot kisses and rough caresses ignited a flame that threatened to consume me from the inside out.
It had always been a fantasy of mine to be fucked in a secluded area of a public space or gathering. Thanks to him, I could now tick that off my bucket list. It was exactly how I imagined it, but it was every bit the feeling I craved.
At the time he was ramming me against the wall, my mind was torn between reveling in the moment and hoping we didn’t get caught. That fear of someone walking in on us fueled my desire in ways I didn’t understand.
The uncertainty of our privacy, the struggle to be silent, and the mere fact that he trapped my hands above my head made me crave him even more. I was in bondage, unable to react with my hands, just my body.
Balanced on one heel, I could only arch my back in response as he hit me hard while dangling my other leg in the air. My moans filled the air, my eyes rolled backward, and adrenaline coursed through my blood.
I loved the feeling of being submissive to him, his dominance fanning the flames of my lust. Pinning my hands above my head was the closest thing to bondage at the time, and I couldn’t help but bask in my captivity.
He dominated me like he was my owner, stripping away my ability to use my hands. Fuck! The sex hit differently that night, especially because I never expected to enjoy being dominated by him.
Every thrust drew a moan out of me, and when he spun me around, the game changed for the better. He gave it to me from the back, his palm slapping against my ass at intervals. I wasn’t sure what he was doing to me or how he was doing it, but I didn’t want him to stop.
