I want to stay close to him. Want to keep him right next to me. And for that to happen, we need to figure out our issues with each other.
But not now. Not when he's grabbing a handful of my hair, pulling it back until my head tilts up and my back arches. Not when his cock is pressing against my entrance, thick and hard and demanding.
"Ready?" he asks, his voice rough.
"Yes."
He slams into me, and I scream. The angle is different: deeper, more intense. His cock hits spots inside me that make my toes curl and my vision blur.
He starts fucking me hard. Relentless. Each thrust drives me forward, and I have to brace myself against the headboard to keep from collapsing. It doesn't matter if it's passion or fury or hate driving him, I'm loving every second of it.
Taking it. Begging for more with my moans and gasps.
I can feel each time his hips pound against my ass. Feel his cock going deeper into my pussy. Feel the pull on my scalp where he's gripping my hair. It's overwhelming. Pleasure and pain mixing together until I can't tell where one ends and the other begins.
I'm going to be so fucking sore after this. I won’t be able to walk properly tomorrow. But I don't care. I want more and more, and he's giving it to me.
His hand releases my hair, and I hear the sharp crack before I feel the sting. He slapped my ass. Hard. The pain radiates through my skin, followed immediately by pleasure.
"Fuck!" I gasp.
"You like that?" Another slap, harder than the first.
"Yes!" I push back against him, meeting his thrusts. "Again."
He obliges, his hand coming down on my other cheek. The sting is perfect. At this point, I'm sure he could do anything to me and I'd love it. Spank me. Pull my hair. Pin me down. Whatever he wants, I'll take it.
"Danny," I moan, feeling the familiar pressure building. "I'm going to—"
"Come for me." His hand slides around to rub my clit. "Come on my cock like a good girl."
The combination of his cock pounding into me, his fingers on my clit, and his rough voice is too much. My orgasm hits like a freight train, tearing through my body with violent intensity. I scream his name, my pussy clenching around his cock, milking him.
"Fuck, Amanda!" He slams into me one final time, burying himself as deep as possible. I feel his cock pulse inside me, feel the warmth of his cum filling me again.
So much cum. I'm so fucking full of it. Full of him. Claimed by him.
I belong to him now. His seed marked me, more than once. Staked his claim in the most primal way possible.
When he finally pulls out, I feel it immediately. His cum dripping out of my pussy, thick and warm, running down mythighs. I should go to the bathroom. I should clean up. But I can't move.
I collapse onto the bed face-first, gasping for air. Every muscle in my body is trembling. My pussy is swollen and sensitive, my ass stings from his slaps, and I've never felt more satisfied in my life.
Danny rolls beside me, his chest heaving. "You want more?"
I turn my head to look at him, a breathless laugh escaping. "I'd love it, but I really need to rest. This was already way beyond what I expected."
"But you loved it." It's not a question.
"I fucking loved it," I admit.
He reaches out, brushing hair from my face. The gesture is surprisingly tender after the rough fucking he just gave me. "Good. Because that was just the beginning."
My pussy clenches at his words, even though I'm exhausted. "The beginning?"
"You think I'm done with you after one afternoon?" His fingers trail down my spine. "Baby, I'm just getting started."
"Danny—"
