We’re crossing a line. Lighting a match on purpose and I couldn’t be more turned on if I tried. He rips my sleep shorts down in one motion.
“Fuck you!” I spit out, heart in my throat even while I simultaneously arch off the couch to get closer to him.
“No, hellcat. Fuckyou.Immediately.”
He shoves his fingers between my legs and then deep inside. My body sings, stomach tightens as his teeth scrape the shell of my ear, and pleasure fills my mind.
“So fucking wet. You love this, don’t you? Being hunted. Being caught. Being mine.”
I can’t breathe.
“Will you fight me once I’m inside you?” He unzips his jeans, freeing his cock. “Scratch me up while I fuck you?”
“Try me,” I spit out, but it doesn’t sound like a challenge anymore. I want him so much I’m ready to beg.
Thankfully, I don’t have to. Koby’s hunger knocks mine out of the water. He’s desperate as he yanks my panties aside, spreads my legs, and thrusts into me in one hard stroke so deep the world narrows to the snap of his hips and my wanton cry.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he grunts, pulling out and pushing back in. “So fucking tight. So fucking wet.”
He grips my throat again, hard enough to make me feel it but not hard enough to bruise. The other hand holds my thighs open as he thrusts faster, harder, his desperation at its peak.
“Mine,” he breathes against my lips. “Only mine.”
“Yours,” I gasp, arching into him, begging for more.
I dig my nails into his back, leaving red trails down his spine that throw gasoline on the fire burning within us.
“You were made for me. All that fire and spite. Mine.” He slams as deep as this position allows, his forehead touching mine. “Jesus... I need more, hellcat. Turn over.”
I move, flipping onto my knees, hands grasping the back of the couch. My pulse drums in my ears when Koby rips my sleep shorts at the seams, then my panties, leaving me bare and exposed.
“You look delicious like this.” He steadies my hips, pulling me back until my pussy lines up with his cock. “You have no idea what you do to me.” He runs a soft hand from the back of myneck all the way down my spine, then lands another searing slap on my already sore ass cheek.
This time he doesn’t soothe the sting. He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back until my spine arches further, then he bends over me, close enough I feel his breath.
“Not so feisty now, are you?” he rasps in my ear, sinking into me inch by inch. “Fuck. What is it about you?”
It sounds rhetorical, so I don’t answer. I moan instead of answering, because he pulls out just as slow, then slides back in, savoring every second like I’m something rare and holy he can’t quite believe belongs to him.
The pace won’t last. I know it. He won’t be able to hold back for long. He leans over, his chest to my back, lips dragging along the curve of my shoulder.
“Stay just like this. Don’t move, baby.”
He lets go of my hair but I hold myself open for him, ass high, head thrown back, spine dented. He fills his hands with my hips, fingers digging deep into the flesh, hard enough to bruise.
“Look at you...” Koby rasps, awe mixing with hunger in his voice. “Scream for me.”
That’s the only warning I get before the beast inside Koby wakes up again. The lazy tempo is gone and every thrust hits so deep my moans and gasps drown out the smack of our hips connecting. My orgasm builds so fast I get dizzy, everything inside me pulling taught.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, meeting him thrust for thrust. “I’m so close, Koby, so...oh. So close.”
His hand dives around me and between my legs. Two fingers toy with my clit, every stroke sending shockwaves rushing my system. He pants in my ear, grunts low, the sounds making my pussy clench around him.
“Come on, hellcat. Show me. Show me how good I make you feel.” He nips, licks, and kisses my shoulder, fucking into me in long, hard strokes.
Another few swipes of his fingers on my clit and my vision whites out, the orgasm ripping through me like some biblical hurricane. Koby doesn’t slow down. He pounds right through it, never stuttering. His low groans mix with my moans, elevating the intensity of how I fall apart for him.
“That’s one,” he says into my neck, both hands on my stomach, holding me upright. “Bed, hellcat.”
