“You won’t like me if I do what I want to do to you, Olivia.”
“I don’t like you now,” I manage to get out.
He laughs but it’s not filled with amusement, this dark laugh is filled with violent promises.
“Turn around.” He suddenly releases my throat and I lurch forward, not expecting the freedom. He doesn’t catch me.
He stares at me, unforgiving as he waits and I turn, chest heaving, heart pounding until I’m facing the wall.
“Put your hands on the wall.”
I reach out my arms, placing my palms flat against thewall, having to bend slightly to be able to do so.
“Good girl,” He praises, “Now step back, bend over for me, kitten.”
I walk my hands down the wall as I bend, adjusting my feet at the same time. I’m bent over, vulnerable, and I’ve never felt more alive.
There’s a quick, hard slap against my ass cheek that makes me gasp and jerk up but his hand flies to the back of my neck, forcing me back into place. “Stay fucking still, Olivia.”
My ass stings from his slap and my pussy throbs, something hot and heavy coiling tight inside of me. I wanted another one.
And he delivers.
His slap resonates through the room, joining the crackle of the fire as the skin on my ass cheek burns just as hot.
A groan slips from my lips, turning to a moan as his long, skilled fingers massage over the sting.
“I always knew this pretty ass would look good with my handprint,” He muses, a single finger tracing the outline of his fingers and palm.
“More,” I whisper, the plea slipping from my lips.
“More?” He chuckles, “What a dirty little slut you can be, Olivia,” his hand squeezes punishingly against my ass cheek, “You want me to treat you like my whore, kitten?”
“Just more, please,” I hear my voice crack, desperate to ease this ache inside of me.
His slap stings against my other ass cheek and then I feel the head of him pressing against the entrance of me.
“More, kitten?” He asks, “I’ll give you fucking more.”
His cock penetrates me so suddenly I can’t help but cry out. He fills me so abruptly my body has no time to adjust or relax into him. The burn of the stretch leaves me screaming, calling out as his cock thrusts in and out of me, not giving an ounce of mercy. He impales me on him from behind, his hand coming down onto the back of my neck to hold me in place as he uses me.
His fingertips bite into me as he thrusts, pushing me further against the wall until I have to bend my arms and start to fight back. He fucks me like he hates me, just how I want it. So fucking hard I hear the slap of our skin, feel my pussy stretching and yielding to him.
“Just like that,” I moan, pushing back against him.
And then his palm slaps against my ass cheek again, the pain a sudden burst that shoots heat through me, making me extra wet, extra needy.
“Yes!” I hiss, my skin is stinging, my pussy soaked, and he just fucks me harder, pounds into me relentlessly. It’s brutal and messy, my inner thighs soaked, the arches of my feet aching. Palms caress my ass cheek before he slides his hand toward my crack, his thumb running down the center of me there, before his thumb presses into me.
“Has anyone had you here, kitten?” He grits.
I don’t have a chance to answer, not when he suddenly spits on me, using it as lube to apply more pressure, as if to enter but he just lingers there, the threat of it enough to make my pussy start to twitch.
He chuckles, “They haven’t but you want it, don’t you?”
The tip of his thumb enters me, the intrusion foreign but not entirely unwelcome.
“You want it that much you’re ready to come all over my cock for it.”
