“Fuck,” I grit out, my jaw clenched so hard it aches. “You feel incredible. So tight. So fucking… perfect.”
I pull out slowly, almost all the way, watching my cock slide out of her, slick and glistening with her arousal. The sight is both obscene and beautiful, and I’m completely mesmerized. Then I drive back in hard, and she cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks.
Good. I want her to mark me. I want evidence of this all over my body.
I set a slow, deep rhythm at first, pulling out completely before slamming back in, making sure she feels every fucking inch of me. Each thrust is designed to drive her out of her mind. I wanther to feel me tomorrow. I want her to be sore and remember exactly who did this to her.
“You’re mine now,” I growl, my hips grinding against hers, making sure my pelvis hits her clit with each and every thrust. “Say it.”
“I’m yours, oh God, I’m yours.”
“That’s right.” I lean forward and bite down on her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, a bruise that will be there for days. “Mine to fuck. Mine to love. All mine.”
I pick up the pace. My thrusts become harder, faster, and more brutal. The sound of our bodies coming together fills the room, wet, obscene and perfect. Skin slapping against skin. Her moans mixing with my grunts. The creak of the bed.
I hook her leg over my shoulder, changing the angle, and the new position lets me hit even deeper. She screams, her back arching off the bed, and I can feel her tightening around me already, her walls starting to flutter.
“Not yet,” I command, slowing down to long, grinding thrusts. “You don’t come until I say so.”
“Jace, please, I can’t, I need to—”
“Yes, you can.” I pull out completely, and she whimpers at the loss, her pussy clenching around nothing. I flip her over onto her stomach, pulling her hips up so her ass is in the air, her face pressed into the pillow. “Hands on the wall.”
Lola scrambles to obey. She places both hands flat on the wall, and I take a moment to admire the view. Her back is arched, her ass up and presented to me, her pussy glistening and swollen and ready for me. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I line myself up and thrust back in without warning, and from this angle I’m even deeper. She makes these desperate little sounds that drive me wild.
I grip her hips hard enough to bruise, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. I pull her back onto me with each thrust, using her body for leverage.
“Is this what you wanted?” I growl, pounding into her relentlessly, my hips slapping against her ass. “You want me to fuck you this hard? Want me to show you exactly who you belong to?”
“Yes… Yes, fuck… Jace, yes,” she says, shaking now.
“You love me?” I ask, my voice rough.
“Yes!”
“You’re mine?”
“Yes… God, yes, I’m… yours.”
“Then come for me. Now.”
Lola explodes, screaming my name so loud my cunt of an aunt no doubt would have heard. Her orgasm tears through her. Her pussy clamps down on me so hard that it squeezes and pulses around me in waves. I can feel every flutter, and it’s taking everything I have not to lose it right now.
I fuck her through it, keeping that relentless pace, drawing out every last tremor and aftershock. Her whole body is shaking, her arms barely holding her upright, and when she’s gasping for air, I pull out and flip her onto her back again, needing to see her face.
Her eyes are glazed and unfocused. Her hair is a mess spread across the pillow, and her swollen lips are parted as she tries to catch her breath. She’s never looked more beautiful.
I push back inside her, and she’s so sensitive she gasps. Her eyes fly open wide and her hands come up to grip my biceps.
“Jace… I can’t, it’s… too much.”
“Yes you can,” I tell her, starting to move again. “You’re going to give me everything.”
I fuck her with deep, powerful strokes. My hips snap against hers. This is different from before. This isn’t about controlor dominance or showing her who’s in charge. This is about something else entirely, something that’s clawing its way up my throat and demanding to be let out.
The words are right there, sitting heavy on the tip of my tongue, and I’m terrified to say them. Terrified of what they mean, of how they’ll change everything. But she said them first. She was brave enough to put herself out there, and I owe her the same.
