I pushed her back into the pillows and finished stripping out of my pants before climbing over her. I grabbed her by her thighs, dragging her to the center of the bed and lining myself up. I pushed in slowly, feeling her walls stretch to take me. It was only her second time; I had to be careful, despite my growing hunger.
Her mouth fell open, a sound of pure pleasure escaping her. She tried to close her legs around my waist, but I slapped her thighs, the sound loud in the quiet room.
“Keep these legs open for me.”
She bit her lip, her back arching off the mattress as I seated myself fully within her. I groaned, the sensation of her tight cunt nearly undoing me. I began to move, establishing a rhythmic, punishing pace. Every thrust had her shuddering as my piercing grazed her G-spot, sending joltsthrough her body that she couldn’t hide. She wrapped her arms around my neck, clinging to me as my thrusts grew harder and more frantic.
“Feels so good,” she whispered into my skin.
I groaned, “Looks like you’re enjoying option number two a little too much, huh, baby?”
“I’m... I’m not,” she lied, breath hitching in her throat.
I slapped her thigh again, a reminder of who was in control. “Lying to me again, doll?”
She couldn’t answer.
I pulled back slow, just enough to feel her walls tugging me back, and then drove forward with a sharp, punishing thrust. The sound of our bodies connecting echoed through the room, a filthy, wet smack that made her shudder under me.
Another thrust. Another brutal, bottomed-out slam. Each one more unhinged than the last.
Her body twitched ruthlessly every time my hips snapped forward, my piercing catching her spot with utter precision each thrust, and she was gone. Her eyes rolled back. Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream.
Her thighs tightened around my hips, body going rigid as she found her release, her internal muscles pulsing around my cock. I let her ride the wave of her orgasm, leaning down to capture her soft, red lips in a searing kiss. I pressed my forehead against hers, grinding my hips into her until the friction was almost unbearable.
I cupped her head in both hands, forcing her to look at me through the haze. “I will never let anyone touch you again. Do you understand me?”
She nodded softly, her eyes wide. I pushed deeper, eliciting a quick gasp.
“I need words, baby.”
“Y-yes. Yes,” she managed.
I shook my head. “I’ve never killed a man, doll.” My voice dropped. “But for you, I’d do anything.”
I felt her tighten around me at the words. She pulled me down into another kiss instead of answering, her body already coiling toward a second peak.
But I wasn’t done with her. I pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach in one fluid motion. She was hyperventilating, her skin flushed and slick. I pulled her up onto her knees and drove back into her from behind, my hand finding her hair to anchor her. She moaned, her arms giving out as she collapsed toward the bed, her eyes rolling back. I grabbed her hands and forced them onto the headboard.
“Keep your eyes open for me and hold onto the headboard, okay, doll?”
She nodded, biting her lip so hard I thought she’d draw blood. “O-okay.”
I fisted her hair, using my other hand to steady her hips as I slammed back into her from behind, my hand tight at her scalp, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. Her entire bodyarchedoff the bed, a ragged, incoherent moan ripping out of her. She was beyond words now, only cries and gasps and trembling limbs.
I used her body to chase my own release. I pounded into her, my movements primal and unchecked. I almost felt a twinge of guilt for taking my anger out on her like this, but one look at her face told me she wasn’t complaining.
“You gonna cum for me again, babydoll?”
She nodded rapidly, her strength fading. “Uh-huh.”
I tugged her hair harder, hips driving into her. “Then be a good little fuck doll and squeeze my cock. Go on, baby... suck me fucking dry.”
Her hands slipped from the headboard, and she fell face first into the mattress, her muffled cries lost in the fabric. I gripped her hips with both hands, my vision tunneling as the pressure built to a breaking point. Ibottomed out again and again, watching her twitch and jolt before I pulled out at the last possible second, jerking myself off onto the small of her back and her rounded ass and trembling thighs as I choked out a breath.
Within seconds she was out. Soft snores filling the quiet room.
I watched her, the protective instinct feeling stronger. Then I got up, headed to the bathroom to grab a warm cloth, and came back to clean her up. When I climbed back into bed, Ingrid instinctively curled into my side, her head finding the crook of my arm.
