“Turn around, and put your hands against the wall,” I order, but it’s like her brain has short-circuited because she doesn’t make a move. Or it’s just not fast enough for me, and my patience snaps. I grab her by the hips and spin her around, so I have her in the position I want.
My gaze drops to her ass. It’s still red from where I spanked her, and for some odd reason, I like it. It’s as if I marked her skin, and I enjoy the visual of my dominance over her. I enjoy it very much. I want her begging me to stop while I continue to take. I want to be in control of her pain and her pleasure.
The last five minutes of verbal sparring have turned me on beyond words, and I’m going to give Aspen what both of us want. I free my cock from my shorts and fist the iron hard rod. Pre-cum is already beading at the tip, and I know it’s not going to take me long to come.
“Are you still on the pill?” I ask impatiently.
“No, I’m out. You can’t come inside of me.” She looks over her shoulder at me, her pretty eyes shining.
I grin like a fucking psychopath. “Not inside your pussy, you mean?”
“Quinton, I’m not doing that…” The pitch of her voice changes, letting me know she’s truly scared. She tries to turn back around, but I place a hand between her shoulder blades to keep her against the wall.
“Calm down. I didn’t bring lube, anyway. But mark my words, Aspen.” I lean into her until my mouth is inches away from her ear. “It’s going to happen, and soon. All of your firsts are mine, including that tight little asshole of yours.”
She shivers in my grasp, and I relish in it. Her fear, joy, and tears. I want them all. “Arch your back and stick out your ass. I’m going to give us what we both want.”
As afraid of me as she might be, she’s also trusting, giving me complete control. She follows my command, and I use the new position to my advantage. Taking my cock into my hand, I guide it to her wet entrance and bury my entire length into her tight channel with one thrust. Fuuuuuuuuck.
Pure bliss is the only way I can describe what being inside Aspen is like. The chaos around me pauses, the sounds, the fears I have, the misery and anguish.
Everything becomes radio silence when I’m inside her, and maybe that’s part of the reason I hate her, because I need her to silence the demons. I’m weak without her.
Aspen lets out a moan. It’s throaty, and the sound goes straight to my balls. I can’t help myself. All the pent-up anger toward her and the drive to want to fuck her when I shouldn’t come at me all at once. Threading my fingers through her hair, I press her face against the tile.
“Fuck, you're perfect when you keep your mouth shut,” I growl into her ear, my hips moving faster and faster. I’m caught in the way her pussy grips and tightens around me and the sounds it makes while I fuck her against the wall.
“Oh,” Aspen whimpers, encouraging me to take her harder.
I answer each little plea with a deeper thrust. My hips piston, and I grit my teeth as the pleasure builds. She’s squeezing me so tight it wouldn’t take me but a second to explode, but I’m not ready for this to end, and I’m not coming until she does.
“What is it about you that keeps me coming back for more?” I lean into her ear and tease her lobe with my teeth. “Every time I slip inside you, I forget that I’m supposed to hate you.”
“Yes…”
“Tell me you hate me,” I growl.
“I hate you,” she pants, her voice weak.
I snake an arm around her and move from her belly and over her perky breasts to wrap my hand around her throat. Her pulse jumps, and she tenses in my grasp but doesn’t fight as I keep her at this angle and position her so half her body presses against my chest. It’s about control and possession for me. Aspen is mine, to taunt, hurt, and pleasure.
The new position seats me deeper inside her, and I relish in the feel of her contracting channel around me.
I continue fucking her, hard and deep. The slap of our skin and our pants fill the air. Sweat beads against my temple. The drops slip down my face, but I don’t stop.
“Quinton…” Aspen groans.
The way she says my name like she might die if I don’t finish the job makes me slam into her a little harder, and a second later, I feel her nosedive off the cliff’s edge.
Her entire body tenses, and only then do I allow myself to let go. A few more thrusts and my eyes roll to the back of my head, and I explode deep inside her; the warmth of my release radiates out of me. My heart thunders in my chest, the sound amplified with each breath I take.