She brings up her knee, connecting with my cock, which is an amateur move on my behalf. I loosen my hold, and she uses that opportunity to break free. She runs as if her life depends on it, and I suppose, in some ways, it does.
She doesn’t get far before I launch for her, seizing her by the waist, restraining her back to my front. She fights like a wild beast, but she isn’t going anywhere.
“Unhand me, you vile brute!”
“Perhaps you need reminding of how much you liked my hands on you, princess.”
“A distant memory. One I cannot remember because it was not eventful enough to bother with such nostalgia.”
“Let me remind you, then.”
I don’t wait for her to grant me permission because I take what is mine, and Emeline is mine, regardless of her lies. She does this to anger me. And by the gods, it has worked.
I lift the hem of her dress with one hand as the other is wrapped around her waist, holding her firmly against me. She cannot escape. I will do to her what I please. Without prep, I sink two fingers into her cunt and am pleased to feel her welcome me with her wet heat.
“Your body betrays you.”
“Please cease from speaking. It is hard to picture someone other than you,” she says, holding back a moan.
An animalistic need tackles me to imprint myself all over her.
I commence fucking her with two fingers whilst thumbing over her throbbing hood.
“It seems you are quite nostalgic after all.”
She ignores my quip and ceases fighting, allowing me total control. She spreads her legs wider, granting me deeper access, and only when she is writhing in need do I withdraw my fingers and rub them along the seam of her mouth.
“Your honey and my cock were always the perfect pair. Now open that wicked mouth and let me hear you gag, Hugrekki.”
I spin her around and coax her to her knees as I free myself from the confines of my pants and order her to suck my cock. She comes willingly, opening her mouth and taking me in deep. But this isn’t about love. Not this time.
The line between pleasure and pain has always blurred for Emeline and me, and now, because of our animosity toward each other, I fear our boundaries are about to be tested.
I thread my fingers through her hair and use the strands as reins as I hit the back of her throat with my dick. I pull out, ensuring she feels every hard inch of my cock as I do, before thrusting back into her mouth.
Her gagging is music to my ears, and when she tries to pull back, I keep her head down, forcing her to relax her throat to take me all in. She arches her neck so I slip in deeper, adjusting to my size.
I don’t give her a reprieve, however, as I commence fucking her throat, my hand still at the back of her head, coercing her to take everything I give. I’m far from gentle. I fuck her mouth with anger and desire, and she takes everything I give because she knows I am this incensed because of her.
She moans around my shaft, using her hand to cover what her mouth cannot. My body responds just how it always has as I continue sinking deep down her throat. I want to shower her with my seed.
I grip her jaw, forcing her away.
She gasps for air as she peers up at me, saliva coating her chin.
“Open up,” I order, and when she promptly does, I spit into her mouth. “Swallow.”
She moans, feverish by our depravity as always.
“Good girl,” I commend, softly tapping her cheek before slipping back into her hot, wet mouth.
She sucks me deep, her cheeks hollowing. I run my thumb along her bottom lip, loving the feel of my cock in her mouth. She works her tongue, mouth, and hand in unison in a way that has a groaning in wanton desire.
“Let me see that sweet cunt, princess.”
She lifts her dress and begins playing with herself as she pleasures me. Her womanhood is beyond delicious. The moon highlights the wetness that coats her soft flesh. She sinks in two fingers, whimpering as I hit the back of her throat.
“Faster.”
