“Beg me to fuck you.”
She shivers. Her stomach clenches, and releases. She’s bearing down on nothing inside her pussy, and she wants something in there. Her eyes close, then open again. There’s no attempt at denial, no shake ofher head.
“Please…” she says, so softly I barely catch it. “Please. Put it… in me.”
“Not good enough. Beg me tofuckyou.”
She turns her head to the side, avoiding looking at me. Her eyes close, rather than see me as she acquiesces to her own desires. “Fuckme.”
“Look at me when you ask that.”
Another shudder. Her chest rises and falls with a breath. Her head comes around, eyes opening, fire flaring. “Fuck me, damn it. Put it in me, and goddamnfuckme already.”
I smile, slow and deliberate. “Good girl.”
Her whimper of humiliation merges with her gasp as I push my cock inside her. She’s wet, yes, but oh so tight. I have to force my way in, and I’m fine with that. Her gasp becomes a soft cry, and her knees spread wider as she tries to adjust.
“Too much…” she breathes.
We’ve had this problem before. The first stretch is as painful for her as it is delicious for me. But this time, she’s so very aroused that I decide she’s protesting out of habit.
I draw back then thrust forward, and my cock slides home. I’m lying half over her, taking my weight with one hand, looking down into her face so I don’t miss a moment of her reactions. She cries out, and her pussy clenches around me. That was fast; she usually fights to relax.
I don’t need to hold my cock in position anymore; her pussy’s doing it for me. I bring my other hand up,bracing myself with arms either side of her. Her hands find my shoulders, fingers gripping. Pulling me to her.
I had intended to wait within her. Give her a chance to grow accustomed. But hell—if she’s ready, I am.
She begged me to fuck her, not make love to her, and that’s what I do. Long, slow strokes back out. Hard, merciless thrusts back in. She lifts her knees up, opening herself more, like she wants the pain, she wants the pleasure, she wants me deeper. I shift my angle until it’s perfect, until each thrust slides into her as deep as I can get.
She gives me a sound every time. A whimper, at first. Those become a gasp. Then a little high-pitched noise, uncontrolled and short. The bed creaks. Her calves grip my flanks. Her skin is so flushed, it reaches her breasts, tinging them pink. Her nipples are so hard, begging for my mouth, but that will have to wait. I’m busy.
Her fingers dig into my flesh, and her lips part, head turned to the side. Her eyes closed a long time ago. Her muscles tense, her breathing stops, and her pussy clenches around me, making her tighter still. It pulses as she comes beneath me, her thighs trembling with the force of it.
She’s gripping my cock so tight I grunt with the effort of maintaining my pace, each thrust forcing my way into her. I can feel every ridge inside her, and the sensation makes me lose my rhythm. My strokes get shorter as my own release rapidly approaches. I thinkshe feels it too, for her arms slide around my neck, pulling me down against her, legs wrapping around my hips, drawing me in.
I shudder in pleasure as I release inside her, an explosive breath accompanying my orgasm, and she clenches again in response, another soft whimper escaping.
I fall to lie with my full weight on her, feeling her breasts against my chest, the warmth of her body beneath mine, our skin slick with perspiration where we touch. She grips me, holding me with arms and legs, and I can feel her heart racing.
In that moment, I feel something I haven’t felt before. Protectiveness, yes. Her vulnerability calling to me, definitely. That she’s mine, completely and utterly mine, without a doubt. Something else, though. Something I can’t put a name on.
I file it away for later.
Her eyes flicker open, finding mine, and I draw back enough to see her face.
“I hate you,” she says softly, then lifts her lips up to brush them against mine.
Wrong verb. It makes me smile.
But then, there’s not a lot of room between love and hate, and I know she really loves me.
I slide from her, our bodies slick and sticky with the residue of our lovemaking. No, of me fucking her. Usually, I let her go for a shower, clean herself off. Not tonight.
Tonight, I tuck an arm around her waist, pulling her back against me. She can sleep in my bed with mycum inside her, with my cock pressing up against her well-spanked ass.
I cup her breast, her nipple hard in my palm, and let out a slow breath.
“This is home, Tink,” I tell her. “This is where you belong.”
