He doesn't seem to hear me as he parts my legs, settling against me.
And I feel him there—hot, pulsing, threatening, yet exciting.
God, I'm sick.
And he's just as sick as I am as he drives forward, sliding into me with one thrust. Eyes closed, my back arches, and a gasp escapes my lips. My walls stretch and stretch, trying toaccommodate his size, leaving a burning sensation behind. My hands grasp at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin.
It hurts, yet it feels good.
He's lodged so deep inside me; I wish he'd never leave.
I feel his hot breath on my face, his face contorted in something akin to pain.
"Do you feel like a marauder now? Taking what's not yours to take?" I ask him, the words meant to condemn him, yet my body only wishes he'd move—fuck me so bad I'd hurt so good.
"No," he caresses my hair, a semblance of emotion in his eyes, "I feel like the only man who's ever going to be inside you. The only man who'severgoing to know what it's like," he pauses, sliding all the way out of me before slamming back in, "to fuck your tight pussy."
Fingers on my ass, he brings me into him, his cock pushing deep inside me and eliciting an involuntary moan.
But the expression on his face, so smug and superior… I can't help myself as I bring my hand up and slap him, catching his lip with the ring on my finger—ironically, my wedding ring.
"I hate you," I grit my teeth, willing myself not to enjoy this but failing miserably as he strokes me all the way to my soul.
Lip bleeding, he doesn't stop his assault, thrusting in and out of me.
"I know you do, little tigress," he says before he lays siege to my lips, coaxing them open, feeding me his blood once more.
Maybe I should feel disgusted.Maybe.
But as I feel him gain speed, I wrap my legs around him, holding him tight against me and returning the kiss. Our tongues move wildly against each other. I breathe him in and let him breathe me in.
An exchange of souls.
Entangled limbs, rough, jerky movements, we're so wrapped in each other that nothing else matters—just him fucking me,his cock moving in and out of me, flesh slapping against flesh, my juices coating his shaft as he impales me all over again.
"More," I rasp out, his lips molded to my neck, sucking, licking. His fingers are playing with my nipples, tweaking and pinching them.
"Who's fucking you, little tigress?" he suddenly demands, stopping mid-thrust. My heels dig into his ass as I urge him on, already drunk on the sensation.
"You, only you."
"Good," he says before he takes one nipple in his mouth, his lips wrapping around the tight bud. I cry out, the combined sensations sending me into a spiral of bliss.
"Now tell me," an evil smile plays on his lips, one finger circling my clit. I'm so close… I can feel it. But then he suddenly stops. "Who do you belong to?" He holds himself still, waiting for my answer.
Asshole!
"Me," I reply, capturing his lips with mine, my muscles clenching around him.
"Little tigress," he groans, and his hands are once again stimulating that one spot.
I feel an intensity come crashing down on me, and eyes closed, I seek to ride it.
"Open your eyes." I flick them open to find him staring at me. My mouth forms an O, my pussy contracting around him, milking him.
His expression mirrors my own as I feel him filling me, shooting his seed inside me.
We gaze into each other's eyes, and for once there's no hate, no animosity.
