Not for the first time in the past three weeks, I wonder how it took me so long to realize it. All those months when I wasn’t taking her on a daily basis? A waste.
I have catching up to do.
Her mouth to enjoy. Her ass to use for the first time. More positions to tie her up in, because shelovedthat. She’s never come so hard.
Vicky is getting wetter, her body responding to me, just like it should. Her whimpers increase in pitch. Her hands press against my chest, like she’s trying to stop me, even though it’s having no effect at all. It’s pleasant, a nice touch on my skin, so small and gentle.
Her eyes are still closed, and I want to see them.
“Look at me.”
Her head shakes from side to side in denial. But it’s not me she’s disobeying. She’s fighting herself again.
“Lookat me.”
She forces her eyes to open, and I time that moment with a savage thrust. Her eyes flick wider, then close, then open again. Pale blue and filled with heat and defiance, warring with each other. Beautiful to see.
“I love the fire in your gaze. It makes fucking you against your will so much hotter.”
That earns me one of her trademark glares. “Is that why you didn’t fuck me when we were together? Because I waswilling?”
“No,” I tell her. “It’s because back then, there wasn’t any passion. You didn’t hate me.”
Her expression flickers with confusion. She doesn’t say anything, merely looks away, but it still tells me everything I need to know: she didn’t hate me then, and she doesn’t hate me now.
“My poor little Tink,” I murmur as I slowly draw my cock out of her then drive it back in, pulling a gasp from her. “You don’t know what you want, do you?”
She clutches at me, shuddering. Then takes a steady breath before she answers. “I want you off of me.”
I chuckle, and she whimpers in response as it does things to her, her pussy clenching around me. “Thank you for making my point.”
She closes her eyes and turns her face away. “Don’t you understand what ‘no’ means?”
“Look at me.”
“No.”
I grin, my cock twitching inside her in response to her attempts at defiance. It’s cute, and I love every second of it.
Shifting my weight to one arm, I slide a hand around her throat. Her eyes flick open, fear and excitement in their depths. She glances at me, then closes them again, still refusing to accept what I’ve told her to do.
I’d be disappointed if she had.
“You’re mine whether you say yes or no,” I whisper to her. “Either way, I’m going to pin you down and use you however I want.”
I emphasize my words with another thrust inside her, feeling her tight channel welcoming me in, even if she’s trying to convince herself otherwise.
“Then what does it matter if I beg you?”
I’m glad she asked. I lean down in a one-armed pushup, until my chest brushes her small, firm breasts, and my mouth is near her ear, just to ensure she doesn’t miss a single word. “Because, Tink, begging me to fuck you makes you so goddamnwet.”
She whimpers in response, her pussy involuntarily gripping me. And then, to my delight, she comes. Just those words, and her sex is flooding me with her orgasm, her body going tight beneath mine, her eyes squeezed shut and a gasp of pure arousal slipping from her lips. The next thrust takes more effort, and the feel of her pulsing around me is enough to draw me near my own release. I squeeze her throat as I pummel into her, and her short little high-pitched gasps are the best kind of music.
It doesn’t take long until I’m releasing into her, a grunt of effort as I drive deep, my cock twitching inside her, filling her with my cum. Exactly how it should be.
She shudders as her body responds, her own orgasm still rippling through her, and I know she’s trying so hard to resist. But she’s failing. And that’s how it should be, too.
“I love feeling you tremble as you come beneathme,” I tell her, when I can find my voice. I give her delicate neck a last little squeeze, then release her. She draws in an unsteady breath and bites at her lip, eyes still shut tight like she’s in denial of her own pleasure.
