“You’re mine, Ophelia. It’s my responsibility to protect you.”
“No, I am not yours!” She was breathing fast, squirming against me, face flushed with heat as her pupils dilated from desire.
How cute, she thought she could deny the truth.
“I can prove otherwise…” My head dropped to where her neck and shoulder met. I nuzzled through the curtain of her hair and pressed my lips to her fluttering pulse. Her breaths came heavier and faster when my tongue darted out to taste her. So sweet, like perfection.
“I don’t want—”
My free hand covered her mouth, silencing her. Ophelia was being willfully stubborn, but I would show her that I knew her better than she knew herself.
“We’ll see about that.” I would ruin her for anyone else.
I littered the column of her throat with my lips and tongue, drawing breathy little sighs from her. She grew warm and pliant beneath me as I kissed her collarbone and dropped my hands to her hips. My erection strained against my zipper, harder than it had been before.
“Wait!” Yet her back arched when I turned her and tossed her on the side of the bed. Her legs dangled over the edge, and she spread them in silent invitation even if she didn’t realize it.
I tugged down her leggings and underwear in one swipe. My lungs nearly exploded at the arousal dripping from her pussy as clear as day. Her drippy, wet little cunt was waiting for me. Despite her protestations, her body knew what she wanted—what she needed. I slipped two fingers into her tight hole, curling upwards to stroke that tender spot until her hips jerked from the sensation. A reedy moan escaped her clenched jaw and filled the air.
“Feel that? How soaked you are for me. Leaking all over my fucking hand, you’re so wet, sweetheart.” With two fingersstroking her inner walls and my thumb on her clit, I worked her into a rapidly spiraling frenzy.
“N-no, I don’t—don’t…” Her words trailed off on a moan as she climaxed on my fingers.
Before Ophelia had even finished riding out her release on my hand, I’d replaced my fingers with my cock, impaling her inch by inch.
Her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped. “Oh, wait, wait… ah!”
My belt hung open, metal clinking with each thrust. Louder were the sounds of my cock slamming into her wet cunt. She was slick, and the noises echoing off the walls were lewd. Her inner walls clenched around me, pulling my erection deeper and deeper into her core.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, fists gripping the blanket, canting her hips to meet mine. A guttural groan punched free as she clenched around my shaft repeatedly. And her whimpers with each slam of my hips drove me into madness.
“That’s it,” I praised. “You can take it.” Bracing one hand on the mattress beside her head, I hooked one leg under hers and readjusted. The new position had me sliding deeper and pulled wanton moans from us both.
Deep, feral thrusts made her wild, trembling beneath me. She felt like perfection around me, fitted like a glove. I could fuck her at all hours, every day, for the rest of my life.
The little stutters in her hips told me Ophelia was getting close to a second orgasm. I picked up the pace, luxuriating in the sounds spilling from her. Pounding furiously, she quaked as the brunt of euphoria rushed upward to sweep her away. But I wasn’t done with her yet.
“This pussy is mine. You’re mine. To lick, to fuck, to taste. As often as I need to remind you of who you belong to. All mine—forever.” My hips snapped harshly against hers.
Her hands flew up, and her nails dug painfully into my straining shoulders. I groaned into the pain, fucking her with abandon.
“I’m… I’m going to—”
“Not yet.” Slowing my strokes took insurmountable effort. “Not until you admit that you belong to me. That you’re mine.”
Her pussy quivered around me.
“Say it!” I pounded into her, on the verge of punishment.
“Fuck—I’m yours!” The words were an aria sung in her throaty moans. It was almost enough to make me come on the spot.
I’m yours.I’m yours.I’m yours.
“So perfect taking my cock, sweetheart.” A litany of praise vented from me. “Say my name when you come.”
Ophelia started convulsing.
“Say my fucking name!”
