“Theo.” Her head tips back against the pillow, exposing the long line of her throat. “You feel so good. So good inside me. I never want you to stop.”
“I’m not going to stop.” I groan and pick up the pace, my hips snapping harder now. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk tomorrow. Until you feel me for days. Until you forget every other man who’s ever been inside you. Until this pussy only remembers my cock.”
I’ve never talked to a woman like this, but something in Emma is bringing out a different side of me, and the way she grips my cock tighter with my every word tells me she loves it.
“Yes.” She arches beneath me, pressing her breasts against my chest. “Yes, that’s what I want, make me yours, make me forget everyone else?—“
I grab her thigh and hitch it higher on my hip, changing the angle, and she cries out as I hit a spot deep inside her that makes her whole body jerk. I do it again, and again, driving into that spot with every thrust, and her nails rake down my back hardenough to draw blood. I don’t care. I want her to mark me. I want to carry the evidence of this night on my skin for days.
“Right there,” she gasps. “Fuck, right there, don’t stop?—“
The headboard starts to knock against the wall with every thrust, a rhythmic banging that matches the pace I’m setting. Neither of us cares. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the apartment, mixing with her moans and my grunts and the wet sounds of me fucking her. I’ve never been this far gone, this lost in another person. I feel like I’m drowning in her and I don’t want to be saved.
“Harder,” she demands, digging her heels into my ass. “I’m not going to break. Fuck me like you mean it.”
Something snaps loose inside me. I pull out and she makes a sound of protest, but before she can say anything I’ve grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach. She gasps and scrambles to get her bearings, and I pull her hips up, positioning her on her hands and knees in front of me. She looks back at me over her shoulder with wild eyes, her hair a tangled mess, her lips parted, and I take a moment to just look at her.
The curve of her spine. The swell of her ass. Her pussy swollen and glistening and dripping, clenching around nothing, waiting for me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I tell her, running my hands up her thighs, over the curve of her ass, squeezing hard enough to leave fingerprints. “The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And this ass...” I squeeze harder, spreading her cheeks apart so I can see her pussy from behind, swollen and wet and perfect. “This ass has been driving me crazy for months. I couldn’t stop imagining what it would look like just like this, bent over for me, waiting to be fucked.”
“Spank me,” she says, looking back at me over her shoulder, her voice breathless and needy. “Please. I want to feel it.”
I go still, my hands freezing on her ass, my cock throbbing so hard it actually hurts. Did she just?—
“Yeah?” My voice comes out rough, strained. “You want me to spank you?”
“Yes.” She arches her back, pushing her ass higher, presenting herself to me like an offering. “I’ve been thinking about it. Wanting it. I want to feel your hand on my ass. I want it to sting. Please, Theo.”
Fuck. Fuck. This woman is going to kill me.
I’ve never—I mean, I’ve done this before, but never with someone asking for it like this. Never with someone looking at me like that, all dark eyes and parted lips and desperate need. The fact that she wants it, that she’s asking for it, that she trusts me enough to tell me what she needs—it does something to me. Something I can’t explain.
I bring my hand down on her ass, hard, and she cries out, her back arching sharply, her fingers fisting in the sheets. The sound of the slap echoes through her tiny apartment, sharp and loud, and I watch the pink bloom across her pale skin. Watch the perfect imprint of my hand appear on her ass like a brand. Like I’m marking her. Claiming her.
“Like that?” I ask, rubbing the spot I just hit, feeling the heat radiating off her skin. “Is that what you wanted?”
“Yes,” she gasps, pushing back toward my hand, chasing the sensation. “God, yes. More. Please, more.”
“Good girl.” The words come out rough, and I feel her shiver at them. “Asking for what you need. Telling me what you want.” I rub my hand over her ass in slow circles, soothing, teasing. “I like that. I like knowing what gets you off.”
I spank her again, harder this time, the crack of my palm against her ass sharp and loud in the quiet apartment. She moans into the pillow, this broken, desperate sound, and her hips push back toward me like she can’t help herself. I can see fresh wetness glistening on her thighs, can see her pussy clenching, can see how much this is turning her on.
“You love this, don’t you?” I spank her again, watching her whole body jolt, watching the pink deepen toward red. “Lovebeing spanked like this. Love being bent over and told what to do.”
“Yes,” she whimpers, her voice muffled by the pillow. “I love it. I didn’t know—I didn’t know I needed it this much, but I do. Please, Theo, I need your cock, I need you inside me?—“
“I know what you need.” I rub my cock through her folds, coating myself in her wetness, and we both groan. She’s soaking, dripping down her thighs, and I tease her entrance, pressing the head of my cock against her opening but not pushing in, and she makes a sound of pure frustration.
“But you’ll take what I give you when I’m ready to give it,” I tell her, my voice coming out harder than I intended. “Understand?”
“Yes,” she gasps, trying to push back onto me, trying to take what she wants. I grip her hip and hold her still. “Yes, I understand, please?—“
“Please what?” I circle her entrance with the head of my cock, slow and teasing, watching her tremble. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
“Please fuck me.” Her voice is wrecked, broken. “Please, Theo, I need you inside me, I need to feel you, please?—“
“Good.”
