“Do you understand, Madeline?” he asked. In the reflection, she saw that his other hand was between his legs. He was holding his cock in readiness for penetration.
“Tell me you’re not going to let him touch you,” he grated out.
She grasped for the remnants of her self-respect—difficult to do when bent over a vanity with one’s dress around their waist and ass in the air. She felt cornered, trapped between her pride and her desire.
“I’ll promise you no such thing,” she hissed.
For a few seconds he didn’t move, and Madeline knew misery. Then he stepped closer, and she felt the tip of his hard erection pressing against her slit, stretching her delicate tissues. She gasped. Loudly. He placed both his hands on her buttocks. He lifted and parted her, forcing her to make room in her body for his presence. They stared at each other in the mirror as he applied a firm pressure and slid into her inch by inch. Her gaze remained defiant, but her body betrayed her in the way she melted around his teeming cock.
“Your pussy is mine. If you need to learn that the hard way, so be it,” he muttered. He thrust, his jaw clamped tight. Madeline panted, her mouth hanging open, at the sensation of him encased and throbbing deep in her flesh. He flexed back and his length slid out of her. She bit her already cut lip to stop herself from screaming when he plunged his cock back into her and his pelvis smacked against her ass. She keened inside her tightly sealed mouth, but he was already withdrawing and hammering into her again. Walker was a strong man, and his cock was as big as the rest of him. It thrilled her somehow, the difference in their sizes. She couldn’t help but be proud of her ability to take him so well when he took her so hard. Her position left her little protection. Her body was his to take, and take it he did. She tried to hold herself upright as he fucked her with powerful strokes, but it was like trying to remain motionless during a battering storm.
He thrust, popping her ass with his pelvis. His satisfied male grunts rang in her ears. He drove the full length of his cock into her repeatedly, holding her hips and buttocks in his hands, preventing her from moving.
It was possession, pure and simple.
She was so aroused at being the focused target of Walker’s lust that she longed to touch herself. Her clit burned, well stimulated by the indirect pressure of Walker’s thick, long, thrusting cock. She couldn’t remove her hand, though, without crashing toward the vanity. He stormed behind her, and her position was made even more tenuous by the fact that she perched on four-inch heels.
The burn grew untenably sharp as he continued to fuck her, faster now. This was what Walker called “teaching her the hard way.” Through a haze of lust, she distantly realized he was fucking her with the sole intent of personal satisfaction. He was punishing her for not giving him the promise he sought. She watched him in the mirror as he observed himself fucking her. A slight snarl shaped his firm mouth as he stared at his cock pistoning in and out of her pussy.
Suddenly he glanced up and caught her staring.
“Do you want to watch, too, Madeline?” he rasped as he continued to pump.
She didn’t speak, but maybe he saw her answer in her eyes and her vividly red cheeks. He sheathed himself until his balls pressed tight against her. He placed both hands on her ribs and lifted her torso. His feet shifted behind her and Madeline followed suit. He pushed her down again until her hands braced against the door that led to the bathroom. They both panted as they examined the vision of themselves in the mirror. Walker was behind her, impaled in her flesh. She was bent at the waist, her hands bracing her against the door.
He began to pump again. She moaned in arousal at the sight of his cock sliding out of her body. He looked too large for her, but nevertheless, she took him.
And she loved every minute of it.
“Do you see that?” Walker asked quietly behind her as he fucked her nice and hard. The door she leaned against rattled in its frame. “That’s my pussy. Your pussy was made for this cock.”
“No,” she whimpered, even as she watched, spellbound, at the sight of herself being taken so thoroughly.
Walker responded to her defiance by lifting his hand and smacking her bottom. He paused, just the first few inches of his cock embedded in her. A high-pitched whining sound vibrated her throat when he spanked her again. Not softly. It smarted. She stared at the long stalk of his cock protruding from her pussy and resisted an urge to beg. He spanked her bottom several more times. His face looked fierce and even a little fearsome in the reflection. She felt his cock pop up in the tight hold of her vagina every time he smacked her.
“This” . . . smack . . . “pussy” . . . smack ... “is” . . . smack . . . “mine.”
He thrust rapidly, swatting her every time their skin whapped together. It was too much. Her pale bottom grew pink. Madeline drowned in sharp, slamming waves of pleasure.
Her eyes sprung wide when he spanked her even harder than he had previously. She felt his cock swell high and hard in her, making her wince.
“Say it,” he seethed.
“This pussy is yours,” she gasped.
> As if to reward her for her submission, he reached around and rubbed her clit vigorously. A cry leapt out of her throat as orgasm crashed into her. He gave a satisfied growl and began fucking her fast and forcefully, nearly knocking her off her heels in his fury of need.
He held her tight against him as he came. She felt him leap at her core. The harsh grunts and groans of release that tore from his throat hurt her for some reason. She knew he wasn’t in pain, but it sounded as if he was.
Slowly, the tension drained out of his taut muscles. He stared down at their joined bodies while he panted, trying to regain his breath. Madeline became acutely aware of where they were—in a small, seven-by-seven-foot powder room.
In Tony’s lodge.
They hadn’t even bothered to quiet themselves. There at the end, they’d been going at it like two animals in heat. Chances were they’d been overheard, if not by Tony or the Margraves, then by someone on Tony’s or Walker’s staffs.
The fact that she’d been so involved in the moment, so overwhelmed by Walker, made her whimper in distress. She took a step toward the door and straightened on shaky legs, moaning at the sensation of Walker’s still-formidable erection sliding from her body.
She tossed her dress down over her legs and bent to retrieve her thong, which was twisted around her ankles. He just stared at her with slow-burning, blue-green eyes when she turned to face him.