“That’s it, Lola. You’re going to ride this little beauty while I sit in the chair behind you and watch. You’ll do everything I tell you to do, because you want to please me. Won’t you, Lola?”
“Ye…yes, Ryker.”
“Such a good girl. I’m going to be over here stroking my cock while I watch you. If you do exactly what I tell you, I’ll make sure I give you all my cum. Will that make you happy, Lola?”
“Yes. God, yes. I want it, Ryker,” I tell him, and I’m already panting, trying to squeeze my pussy so my juices aren’t obscenely running down the insides of my legs. But honestly I don’t care. I want to come. I want to get off while Ryker covers me in his cum. I see the picture in my mind and I feel dirty and sexy at the same time.
I know the moment he walks away and I can hear him grunt. I know he’s stroking his big, hard cock. I thrust my ass back even more, hoping to give him exactly what he wants.
Because I know if I do that, he will give me everything I want—and more.
Chapter 14
Ryker
I sit in the chair, kicking my pants off to the side to join my shoes. I grab my t-shirt and pull it over my head to throw it with the rest. Lola is positioned in a way that she can grind herself on the silicone wand I pushed against her pussy.
She has to really work to get it moving through her cunt with her current position, but seeing her move her hips back and forth, all but fucking the hell out of that vibrator, makes me so damn hard I could bust a nut right here and now.
The binds I attached to her ankles still allow her plenty of movement. I won’t tighten them until I flip her over and play with her some more. I don’t have the willpower to do that without coming first.
I take my cock in my hand, and, holding it at the base, I squeeze tightly to hold back my orgasm. It’s either that or come right then and there as I watch how Lola moves faster on the wand, choking it between that sweet pussy. Damn, will she act the same way with my cock? If so, she might break the fucker in two.
“That’s it, baby. Ride the fuck out of it. Show me how bad you need my dick,” I growl and she cries out my name, a long shudder rolling through her body. She’s already close to the edge.
It’s that moment that something happens that never has before—not until Lola. Suddenly, I don’t need to come as much as I need to make her fly apart. I get up and march over to her, covering the small distance quickly.
I move my fingers against her pussy, her sweet cream instantly drowning my digits, coating them. I push against the vibrator, torturing her clit so much more in the process that she cries out and her legs tug against the restraints. I can’t wait until the moment I tighten them further so she can’t move.
I wonder if she’ll scream loudly for me then. Maybe while I’m thrusting my hard cock through her virgin pussy. I groan at the mental image, promising myself it will happen. Her virgin blood will be all over the shaft of my cock and she will own me then, as much as I own her.
“Ryker, I want to come,” she whimpers, riding the wand so hard her body is thrusting back and forth.
“Not yet, Lola,” I warn, still dragging my fingers through her juices. I hold her hip, forcing her to be still. She cries out in frustration and tries to fight my hold. In answer I lean down and bite one of the plump, juicy globes of her ass. Her entire body shudders for me. I let my tongue slide against the outline of the bite. Fuck, now I want that mark permanently tattooed on her ass. No other fucker will touch her…ever. I’ll just have to make sure I do this often. If the way she’s throwing her head back and trying to thrust against me is any sign, she likes it, wants a little of that pain.
I take my fingers that are still coated in her sweet cream and push between her cheeks to find the small rosette opening of her ass. I paint it with her cream, smearing it on until the dark area glistens, beckoning me. After I’ve claimed her pussy, and fixed it so that it’s shaped to fit my dick and mine alone, I will be claiming her ass. There won’t be a hole on her body I haven’t taken and made my own. Fuck that. There won’t be a part of her that won’t have my ownership written across it. Lola is mine and I’ll kill the first asshole who says differently.