Even with her lying perfectly still, glaring up at me, her pussy feels fucking exquisite.She’s so goddamn tight,I think as I groan, thrusting into her to the hilt and beginning the rhythm of fucking her, hard, sharp thrusts that pierce her to the core every time. Saoirse’s teeth are sunk into her bottom lip, stubbornly refusing to moan, but I can feel her pussy clenching around me, feel the shudders rippling through her body as I shove my thick cock into her again and again. She’s hot, and wet, and even like this, the best fuck I’ve ever had.
She’s perfection, and I fucking hate it.
I can feel my orgasm approaching rapidly as I thrust into her, my hands bracing on her thighs as I watch myself split her open again and again, her swollen pink flesh clinging wetly to my aching shaft. “There we go,” I groan, slamming into her once more and holding myself there, feeling her flutter around me. “You’re going to come when I spill my load in you, aren’t you, princess?”
“No,” she snaps, her eyes flashing, and I laugh.
“I can feel it. You’re about to come.”
“I’m not.”
I pound into her harder, slamming my cock into her hard as her body trembles around me. “We’ll see, princess. Because I’m going to fill you up with my cum right—fucking—now—fuck!”
My hips jerk forward as I feel the first rush of it, and I see Saoirse’s hands ball into fists as her body arches under me despite herself, her pussy clenching around my cock as she receives the first spurt of my cum. I figured out one of Saoirse’s kinks pretty quickly—plenty gets her off, but knowing I’m coming inside of her does it every time. Her fighting it just makes it all the more intense, her pussy is clenching me in a vice grip, rippling down the length of my shaft as I push myself as deep as I can, forcing my cum into her as deeply as it can go. I rock my hips against her, wanting to bury myself in her pussy, fill her up, groaning with the pleasure of it as I feel Saoirse shudder underneath me.
When I pull free, I lean back on my heels, smirking down at her. “Was that a good orgasm, princess?”
“I didn’t—”
I reach forward in a flash, burying two of my fingers in her cum-filled pussy as I glare down at her. “Don’t lie to me, Saoirse, or I’ll wrench so many orgasms out of you with my fingers you’ll be in tears by the time I’m done, while I shove my cum so deep inside of you you’ll taste it.”
I stroke my fingers inside of her twice, rubbing her swollen clit, and Saoirse bites her lip against the mewl I know she wants to make. “Tell me the truth.”
She glares at me, and I rub a little faster, rolling her clit under my thumb. “I’ll make you come again—”
“Fuck you,” she hisses, and I laugh.
“You just want another orgasm. Greedy little princess—”
“No, I don’t—”
“Then don’t come.” I thrust my fingers into her hard, adding a third, feeling her clench around me as I stroke her clit exactly the way I know she likes, and I feel her tense. “Don’t come, Saoirse—“’
“Fine!” she snaps, her eyes glittering with anger. “I fucking came while you were inside of me. Your cock isso fucking goodthat I can’t help it. Is that what you wanted to hear? Now—”
“It is, princess,” I assure here, and then I push my thumb forward a little, rubbing the pad back and forth as I curl my fingers inside of her, and Saoirse loses it.
She lets out a cry of frustrated, angry pleasure, a sound like I’ve never heard her make before as she writhes on my fingers, her arousal and my cum coating them as she bucks and claws at the duvet, her moans filling the room as she comes hard on my hand.
I smirk. “Good girl,” I tell her, pulling my fingers free and wiping them on her inner thigh. “Now lay here for a while, and let that settle. I have things to do.”
“I think I liked fucking William better!” Saoirse yells out as I start to leave the room, and I stop, turning in the doorway to look at her.
Something in me tightens at the sight of her, with arousal and some other emotion that I can’t name. She looks fucking beautiful lying there, her skirt up around her hips, her hair a mess, her skin flushed, the creamy white of my cum visible, clinging to her swollen pussy lips. She looks well-fucked and gorgeous, and I have a sudden, deep ache to go back to her, to pull her into my arms and slide my already-hardening cock into her again, but this time slowly. To savor it, touch her, feel every bit of pleasure that we can give each other.
To stop fighting her, and instead let myself enjoy the woman I’ve been given—one who could be a real, strong, capable partner.
If only I could let myself trust her.
“You can like fucking anyone better,” I tell her flatly. “So long as you have my babies and do what I say.”
I could swear I see a glimmer of tears in her eyes as I turn away, shutting the door. As I walk away, I tell myself that I don’t care.
But I’m beginning to think that might not be true.
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SAOIRSE