He drives in one last time and comes with a harsh groan, holding my head in place while he empties himself. I swallowbecause I have no choice, tasting him, and he makes a sound of satisfaction.
When he finally pulls out, I'm gasping. My jaw aches. My throat is raw.
He hauls me to my feet by my hair and presses his mouth against mine, kissing me until my lips feel bruised. He tastes himself on my tongue and growls.
"That's one," he says against my lips.
"One?"
A dark smile curves his lips. “Mine. The rest?” His grip tightens as he drags my jeans down over my hips, taking my underwear with them. “Some will be for me, but some will be yours. And I’m going to watch every single one.”
He leans in, voice rough and intent. "You're going to come for me tonight. Several times. I will take what I want—to watch you fall apart on my cock."
The crude language jolts through me. Heat floods between my thighs.
He walks me backward to the wall and pins me there. Then his hands are everywhere, demanding.
"I've been patient long enough." He lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist. "Time to claim what's mine."
He positions himself at my entrance and pauses, eyes locked on mine. "You're going to take every inch of me. And you're going to beg me for more."
Then he pushes inside, filling me in one thrust that steals my breath.
I cry out and his hand clamps over my mouth.
"Quiet. I don't want you screaming yet." He pulls almost all the way out. "Not until I'm ready to hear it."
The stretch is intense, bordering on painful. He's so big and there was no preparation, no gentleness.
"Fuck, you're tight." He drives in again. "Your body knows who it belongs to even if you're still fighting it."
He sets a punishing rhythm, each thrust slamming me against the wall. His hand stays over my mouth, muffling my cries.
"That's it. Take it. Take all of me. This is what you wanted when you kissed me. This is what being mine feels like."
Water leaks from my eyes and he leans in, licking it away.
"So pretty when you cry for me." He removes his hand from my mouth and grips my jaw instead, forcing me to look at him. "Say it hurts."
"It hurts."
"Good." He slams in. "It should. I want you to feel me for days. Want you to remember who owns this body every time you move."
He moves his hand to my throat, not squeezing but holding. A reminder of his power. "Now say it feels good."
"I—"
He adjusts his angle and hits something inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyes. "You love it when I use you."
"It feels good."
"What feels good?"
"You. Inside me."
"More specific." He drives in and grinds against me. "What do you love about my cock inside you?"
I open my mouth but nothing comes out.
