“Do you like me?”
She panted in my ear and clutched my shoulders tight. “Yeah.”
Whack.
“You like me a lot?”
“Yes!” she cried.
Whack. She grunted, running her hands all over me and her lips across my jaw.
“You getting hungry, little one?”
“Yeah.”
Whack.
And she moaned this time, starting to dry hump my cock.
“Have you ever lied to me?” I asked, my tone deep.
She paused, and I smacked her twice this time, knowing that was definitely my answer.
“Ah!” She pressed herself into me.
“I can play dirty, too.” Lifting her off me, I spun her around and yanked her panties down her legs. I shrugged out of my jacket and unfastened my belt, pulling out my cock and feeling relief at giving it some room.
I pulled her back down on me.
“This is called reverse cowgirl, little one,” I growled in her ear. “Hang on.”
I pushed her forward, her hands shooting out to grasp the little ledge under the priest’s screen, and I held her leg at the curve where it met her hip and used my other hand to guide my cock. Finding her wet, I nudged her opening and, at the same time, thrust my hips, pulled her back into me, and slid inside in one shot.
She sucked in a breath, and my head fell back as I groaned.
So hot and tight.
Whimpering, she tightened her muscles around me, holding me inside her. “Oh, my God,” she gasped under her breath.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I pulled her head back and pulled out, thrusting deep again.
“More, faster,” she moaned.
And I started fucking her. Faster and harder, pounding into her as she gripped the ledge in front of her and used it as leverage, backing up into me.
This is what I wanted. What I always wanted, since the first time I’d seen her. Someone who knew me and wanted to dive with me.
All the years feeling helpless, someone telling me when to eat, sleep, walk, and speak, I came out of that place, feeling less than human. Feeling less than a dog. I was stripped away, afraid of the consequences if I got angry or violent or mean, so I held everything in, because I was never going to go back there. I was never going to be that man again, because I’d killed a part of myself and killed my parents when I went away.
And I was still in prison when I got out, living like a machine, so I wouldn’t make any mistakes, and I wanted to fucking feel something. I wanted to push and pull and fight and fuck and own this whole goddamn world again.
I wanted to take.
I squeezed my eyes shut, reveling in how beautiful she felt. Releasing her hair, I ran my hands over her ass, wishing there was enough light to see if it was still red from the spanking.
I grabbed her hips and just held on as she took over, pushing back into me, sliding up and down my cock.
“Hey, Kai!” someone shouted. “Yo, where are you?”