I rolled it on with one hand and shoved her against the wall with the other. Through her dress, through her bra, I squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples hard. “Say you want it,” I barked. “Say you fucking want me.”
“I want you.”
“You better fucking mean it.”
She groaned in answer, arching her hips even as I hurt her.
I knew she hadn’t hooked up with Cantor. Their thing would never have worked, because what she needed was this, force and ownership and brutal hands making her hurt. I pinched her harder, as hard as I could through the goddamned material, and slapped one of her breasts. I mauled her everywhere, grasping, groping, scratching the skin I could get at while she humped mindlessly against my cock.
I wanted her naked, I needed her naked, but there was no time because if I didn’t get inside her in the next three seconds, I was going to die. I yanked up one of her thighs, draped it over my arm and impaled her, everything, all of me balls deep inside her as I crushed her against the wall. The sensation, the explosion of bliss paralyzed me for a moment. I went rigid, feeling every inch of her hot pussy enveloping me.
She gasped and shoved at me, looking down between us. Poor thing, to find herself so suddenly filled up. I didn’t move, just held her hips and waited, buried deep inside her where I’d longed to be for the last two and a half years. She squirmed, my tight, wet, tortured victim.
“Oh, please,” she gasped. “Please.”
I pressed her to the wall until she couldn’t breathe, all the while jamming myself inside her. I wanted to rip off her clothes so there was nothing between us. My pants were around my ankles but I couldn’t stop even to kick them off.
Later. I’d strip her later and stroke every part of her, from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. For now, it was about pushing inside her body and making her moan and pant, and remember. Yes, remember me? Remember this? Shuddering pleasure made my legs shake. The lust was so thick, so heavy between us. I could have come in a heartbeat but I wouldn’t, not until she was coming with me.
“You want more?” I grunted, lifting her with the force of my thrusts.
“You’re too big.” Her voice whimpered against my ear, seductively alarmed. “I forgot. It hurts. You’re so big.”
“You like it big. You like a huge cock destroying your pussy.” I twisted a hand in her hair, pulling hard. “You want my huge cock inside you, stretching you and hurting you.”
“God, yes, yes, yes. Please, oww.” She tried to stop me from pulling her hair and I slapped her face for it.
“You let me do what I want,” I reminded her in a hard voice. “You let me do what I want to your fucking body. You’re my slut, my cunt, my toy to play with.” She made a little “uh” sound each time I surged into her. “And when I’m done getting off in your pussy, you’re going to take this huge cock in your ass. Now put your hands over your head. Put them on the fucking wall and leave them there.”
She obeyed as her body jerked in my arms. I was plowing her out, driving inside her with ramrod force. Her fists banged against the wall, a sound that resonated up my spine.
“I swear to fuck…” I wanted to yell at her to stop it, but most of the blood had left my brain. There was only the animal sense left, the need to overpower and subdue. She wrapped her legs around my waist and bucked against me. I shoved her dress up and over her head, and flung it away. Her raised arms jutted her chest forward in my face. I jerked down the cups of her bra so her tits were exposed, offered up to me like fucking candy, like brown sugar and cream.
I licked her bared nipples to sensitize them, then sucked each of them hard. She reached down to restrain me, trying to push my head away. Ohhh, bad girl. She didn’t get to do that, as my angry growl attested. If she was my slave, I would have punished her with her hands cuffed behind her back, and painful clamps applied to her nipples over and over until she understood the consequences of resistance. Instead I spanked her bottom, five hard swats on each cheek, while she wailed and raised her hands back against the wall.
“It hurts,” she cried. “Ow! Please.”
“Yes, it hurts,” I said, squeezing her breasts. “You deserve it.” Bad girl, for making me ache and starve, and want you. “Are you going to be good?”
“Y-yes! Yes, Sir. Please. Oh God!”