"Please, sir," she said.
Fuck, that begging tone in her voice was hotter than sin. This woman was pure perfection.
I couldn't take it any longer. I pushed her legs apart with my knees. Held onto her hair so hard she had to arch her back to meet me. I positioned my cock outside her pussy and slammed right into her soaking wet vise. She was so tight.
So hot I was the one who almost came on the spot.
Fuck. I had to catch myself. Stop and take a breath.
I wanted to tell her how good she felt. If praise was my thing, I would have. I'd leave that to the other guys. Let them be nice. I was the asshole here. I'd own it.
"Can you feel my cock inside you, dirty whore?" I asked instead.
"Yes," she said, her breath ragged. "Yes, I can feel you inside me." Of course she could. I was filling her up to the brim.
"You like it, don't you? You like it when I fuck you. It reminds you that I own you. Doesn't it?Doesn't it?" I pulled her hair harder.
"Yes," she moaned. "Yes, sir, you own me." I caught a glimpse of tears glistening on her cheek.
"Fucking right I do." I pulled out and slammed back into her.
If my balls could moan, they would have. They wanted nothing more than to explode inside her, fill her up with cum.
Before they could, I pulled out of her and flipped her onto her back. I wrapped my hand around her throat.
"If you want me, keep your eyes on me," I ordered. Her pulse raced under my palm.
She looked up at me, barely blinking, her eyes dark with need.
Satisfied she was paying attention, I pushed back into her, keeping the pressure on her throat while I fucked her pussy.
"Keep your eyes on me and come," I ordered. I needed to hear her groans and watch her come apart underneath me. I needed it more than I needed oxygen right now.
Her body writhed and bucked under me. Her breaths became shorter and shorter as she drew closer to orgasm.
Finally she cried out, her pussy clenching my cock so hard I thought she might snap it off. I barely managed to hang on, waiting until she came back down to earth before I let myself go, exploding inside her. Bliss washing over me.
I had to force myself to keep my own eyes open and on her. Finally I sagged over her, releasing my grip on her throat. Judging by the color of her skin, she was going to have some nice bruises there. That made my cock twitch again. I might have left bruises on her wrists as well.
For good measure, I leaned down and bit the skin beside her nipple, wanting to leave more bruises on this woman so the rest of her men could see them and remember she belonged to me as well.
I pulled out of her and rolled over, bending my knee so I could watch my cum leak out of her. I pressed a couple of fingers to her, pushing it back in.
"Don't be so quick to give up my gift," I told her.
"Sorry, sir," she said softly.
I glanced up at her and shook my head. This woman was going to be the death of me, and I was here for it.
"I fucking love you."
She smiled. "I fucking love you too."
CHAPTER 9
HARLOW
Inestled up to Jules, sweat still drying on our skin.
