“If I find another man looking at you, I’ll feed his dick to him. Only.”Thrust.“Mine.”Thrust.Every movement is drawing us tighter, a rhythm neither of us can stop chasing. Lana is meeting me thrust for thrust, and her ass is thumping against my body.
“M, fuck me harder. Fucking pussy!”
This. Fucking. Woman.
I retrieve my fingers from her pussy and pull out entirely. The laugh that follows is hollow, deep, and downright sadistic. If she wants me to fuck her harder, I fucking will.
I lean over and yank on her hair.
“Remember, you asked for this. The wordnois null and void from here on out.”
“You talk a lot and fuck a whole lot less.” That’s it. I unshackle her from her restraints, and her body drops down onto the table. I grab her by her hair and yank her upward, all the way until she is standing on her two feet. Lana turns around, and she is more gorgeous than ever.
A tiny hint of fear and trepidation etched across her face, but a lingering sense of being taken forcefully takes the upper hand. With my bloodied hand, I grab her by her throat and bring myface close to her. Our noses are touching, and I feel her breath on my lips. A small whimper leaves her mouth, and I steal it by slamming my mouth onto hers.
Her right hand forcefully grabs my cock, and she begins tugging it. I almost get down to my knees because of her sheer will to control me.
But not tonight.
Tonight, she is going to do what I tell her to do.
My hand wraps around her throat tighter, and she begins blinking slowly, reveling in this sensation. I release my mouth from hers, and she looks mad.
“Are you mad that I’m taking away something you love?” I ask in a flirty tone.
“You bastard. You honestly think that you can tell me what to—” Before she continues with her baseless opinion, I turn us around with me sitting on the table and her on top of me.
“Put your legs behind me and ride me, little hummingbird,” I instruct her as I release her throat and dig my fingers into her ass cheeks. We look at each other with such intensity and the realization that I truly see her for the first time. Her gaze is pinning me in place—hot and heavy like a physical touch.
Neither of us dares to move, and she doesn’t tell me what she wants. I do it. So we start moving in sync.
We begin grinding, and she’s giving as good as she is getting. She wraps her arms around my neck, and I bury my face in her neck and her hair.
Intoxicating.
Addicting.
Mine.
“I want your fucking moans, words, and grunts, M. Give it good for your little pussy.” I nearly combust at those words, and before I can fucking respond, she starts squatting up and down while licking my neck.
I thrust upward and fast, and I moan how tight she is like this.
“This tight pussy feels like heaven. My fucking heaven.”
“Mmmmm, yes. Just like that.” The thought of ending this sensation is eating me alive, so I don’t do that. I want to be buried in her and die like this. My words die as she begins grinding on me faster and moaning so loudly that it’s making my heart skip several fucking beats.
“Oh, Lana, fuck, yes. Give it to me just. Like. That.” I break my sentence apart because the sensation is taking away everything. A coherent thought is a faraway thing, and deciding anything logical is not something I want to do now. The sloppy sounds of her pussy and my loud moaning create an atmosphere that makes me want to come hard and fast.
I start thrusting faster, and I’m digging into her ass cheeks so hard that I’m drawing blood.
“Let your fucking cunt milk me dry. I need your juices spilled all over my dick so I can clean you afterward with my tongue.” My words come out in sporadic breaths, and Lana matches that.
“M, fuck me harder!”
“Oh my fucking God!” I grab the back of her head and move her mouth toward mine. My tongue opens her mouth, and we entangle each other’s mouths. Every word that couldn’t be said is translated into this kiss.
We are claiming each other.
