Pressed to her now, I push the head into that soft, soaked heat that’s mine.
“So wet,” I praise, sliding in another inch as I prolong this moment. As I savor it.
My teeth grind. Sanity is close to snapping.
Skylar’s already gone, slapping her free hand on the table, holding on for dear life. This woman, who’s a princess-turned-butcher, shivers, but not from the hide. From my cock.
From the threat of me tearing into her.
“Don’t you dare quit.” I spit on my hand, slipping my fingers to her front. Rubbing her clit. More of her need drips down on me, soaking my cock. “You’ve got work to do. Fleshing him is”—sinking deeper into her, I bite her shoulder, getting off on her screams—“your responsibility now.”
“I-I…” Strangled sounds escape her. Her pussy clenches around me. Sucking me in. “I thought we were doing it together.”
No more savoring. No more waiting.
“Fuck.” One thrust and I’m buried to the hilt. Skylar’s pussy is milking me already, greedy little cunt. “Skylar.Fuck.”
She lets out a string of hushedyes, yes, yeses while I rail her. I’m relentless, powerful. I’m also big compared to how tiny she is.
Pounding into her has to hurt.
No other way to take me.
Every inch of me.
“You feel this?” I part my lips over the side of her neck and suck. “Feel what you’re doing to me? I need to split you open. Need to mark you from the inside. Fuck.”
“More.” She meets me thrust for thrust, her breasts bouncing. “I want you. So sore, but I want you. I can’t keep fleshing him. We—later.”
I pull back, yanking out of her completely. Leaving only my finger there, on her clit. A taunt. A torment.
“No,” she growls and curses me. “Why are you doing this?”
“I gave you an order. Think you can ignore it? Ignore me? No.” I spank her pussy for driving me insane. For not moving the knife. “Either you flesh him, or I’ll put you back on the hook where you belong. Will come all over you while you beg for release.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” Her voice breaks, tears welling in her eyes. One blink, and they streak her cheeks. “Husbands don’t do that.”
Precum beads at the tip of my cock.
Husband. She called me her husband.
The sweetness of the moment scorches through me, but it disappears just as fast.
What’s left is the pressure in my groin. The intense ache to bury myself so deep she’ll never get rid of me.
“I’m not like other husbands. I’m yours.” My fingers dig into her hip, bruising, branding her. “I was put on this earth for one reason and one reason only. To ruin you with every fucking thing I am. To own you so viciously you’ll forget other men ever existed. You hear me?”
“You can’t leave me like this.” Her hand trembles as the blade hovers at the hide, angled exactly the way I taught her. “You can’t.”
“Test me.” I release her hip, wrap a hand around my length, and start fucking my fist.
The sounds of me jacking off fill the basement. My tip brushes her ass with every pump of my cock.
Pleasure cuts through me. And even though I’m aching for Skylar to get off too, my finger stays pressed to her clit. A reminder of what she won’t have if she doesn’t start moving.
But, fuck. I can’t do it for long, though. Denying her hurts me just the same.
Time to speed things up.
