“Figured you’d say that.” I wrestle her against the wall, pinning her wrists high above her head with one hand. The other, I slip into her silken folds. “No panties? You made it way too easy for me.”
Tears gather in her eyes, turning them into simmering pools of rich brown. “You can’t keep doing this.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Zilphia,” I murmur, trailing my fingers through her downy-soft pubic hair. “You’re mine.” I work two fingers inside her snug pussy to the hilt. “This ismine.”
“I’m not yours,” she bites out, her voice cracking with fury.
“No?” I move in and out of her body with excruciating slowness, relishing the wet softness grasping at my fingers. “My cock is going to be buried inside your pussy in the next five minutes. Tell me again how you’re not mine.”
“Taking me by force doesn’t make me yours,” she fires back. “It makes you a rapist.”
“I can live with that.”
I drive into her slick center faster, and her body responds, melting over my fingers like warm, sticky honey.
“No,” she breathes, then sinks her teeth into my top lip, tearing my wound open again. Blood spills onto my tongue, but I’m too high on adrenaline and violence to feel the pain.
I curve my fingers, fucking her as deep and hard as I can. Zilphia cries out as liquid heat spurts from between her legs in thick waves, soaking the carpet beneath our feet. Completely enraptured, I fall to my knees and lap up the essence glistening on her thighs.
My cock twitches as her sweet, earthy taste explodes on my tongue, awakening the most primal part of me. I lick my way to her folds and eat her pussy with a ravenousness only she can sate. With her, there is no control or reason. Just a relentless need so profound it defies all logic.
I grip her round, supple bottom and draw her closer, deftly dragging my tongue back and forth over the heartbeat of her pussy.
“I hate you,” she sobs, nails biting into my shoulders as her hips writhe against my mouth. “I hate you so fucking much.”
“But your pussy doesn’t,” I rasp. “Let me demonstrate.” I push two fingers inside her satin walls and lock my lips around her clit, sucking the engorged flesh into my mouth with strong, rhythmic pulls.
My mouth and fingers move in sync, creating the perfect storm inside her warm, delectable body. Within minutes, she’s squirting all over me, sounds of ecstasy tearing from her throat. I seal my lips over her swollen mound, drinking her until she’s depleted and lying boneless against me.
My cock strains against the cotton containing it, needing inside her now. I yank her to the floor, ripping the velvet robe from her body and shoving her onto her back.
She grabs one of my leather boots, tossed carelessly on the floor, and smacks me in the face with it. “I said no!”
My skull vibrates from the blow, and for a moment, my vision splits in two. I wrestle the boot from her grasp and chuck it out of her reach. She’s giving me a run for my money, but the outcome will remain the same. I’m going to fuck her and fuck her hard.
“Get off me!” she yells, clawing her fingernails down the side of my face.
I clamp my hand over her face and slam the back of her head onto the floor. She whimpers, her eyes glazing over.
“This ends only one way,” I hiss, jerking her onto her stomach.
“I’m the mother of your children,” she gasps between gut-wrenching sobs. “If that means anything, you’ll stop right now.”
“Sweet Zilphia, that’s like asking me to stop breathing.” I push my boxer briefs down my legs and surge into her snug pussy balls deep.
I groan, lying flush against her back, the air rushing from my lungs. It’s so fucking good. The moist ridges of her slick walls contour to my dick like a second skin. One stroke in, and I’m already about to come. I hold steady, shaking with the effort to contain my orgasm as Zilphia quietly weeps beneath me.
“Don’t cry,” I murmur, kissing her wet cheek. “I’m going to make you feel good.”
I roll my hips, fucking her slow and deep. She is so fucking wet, so wet even my balls are drenched in her juices, and with every stroke, she gets wetter. I dip my tongue into her ear, kissing, sucking, nipping. Her soft cries turn into throaty gasps, increasing in volume as we both spiral toward the edge of carnal oblivion.
“So warm. So wet. So tight,” I praise, fucking her like she’s my oxygen and I’m a dying man.
I’m high on her, entrapped in the raw pleasure only she can give me. I delve my hands into her slippery folds, positioning athumb on either side of her clit, lightly kneading the throbbing flesh.
“No,” she moans, her breath hitching.
“Surrender to it, sweet, Zilphia,” I whisper huskily. “You know you want to.”
