“Yes,” he hisses. “And I love it when you fight.”
His cock presses through the folds of my raised pussy, and he finds my entrance and pushes in. My whimper becomes a muffled cry.
“Fight as much as you want,” he says, pressing my hips into the bed as he buries himself in me. “You’re going to lose, because it’s not me you’re fighting, it’s yourself.”
He said that to me on the helicopter, and I ignored it. I’m not ignoring it now.
The bastard’s right. Or half-right, anyway; I’m fighting him too.
No, you’re not.
“You can swallow, Tink. Don’t worry, I’ll give you some more cum.”
All that time, and he didn’t even check. I swallow anyway, feeling it slip down my throat.
Immediately, I miss it.
“I hate you.”
He chuckles, drawing a gasp from me as his cock twitches deep within me. “No, you don’t.”
“I do.” I don’t. I partly do.
“You’re too wet to hate me.”He pulls back and thrusts in, his hips slapping into my ass. “Your body feels too good,” he grunts through his effort, “and your ass is pressing back against me…” his cock penetrates deep, filling me so perfectly, “…with too much eagerness.”
I wasn’t pressing back, was I? “Fuck,” I gasp between his thrusts. “I really hate you.”
At least he’s not taking my ass.
His grip tightens on my neck, his growl next to my ear. “Girls that aren’t respectful while they’re getting fucked get punished.”
I whimper, and it’s all I get to do before his weight lands fully on me, his other hand pushing beneath me, finding my clit. He’s merciless, rubbing it hard, and I come almost immediately, crying out as I clench around him.
“That’s one,” he murmurs, and I barely hear him. Then I do, and tense at the implications.
“No… please. I’m sorry.”
“Too late.” He sounds happy about it.
“I don’t hate you.”
“Now you’re lying.” He spreads my wetness over my clit, takes it between finger and thumb, and pinches hard, driving his cock inside me at the same time.
I scream into the sheets, hips bucking, pleasure and pain melding into each other until I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. He pulls back slow, then thrusts in harder than he ever has, using his full strength, and it feels like he’s almost splitting me open.
All the while, his fingers rub at my clit, circling, teasing, flicking, pinching. It’s too much. I can’t help it, and my body tightens as I grit my teeth and come again.
“Two.”
Fuck.
“Please…”
“I’m not in a rush, Tink. Shall we pick a number?”
Oh God, no.
He draws back slowly, my pussy clenching like I don’t want him to leave. I can’t control my body anymore.
