“When we get back to the ship, I’m going to tear these pants off of you and whip that little ass of yours for the stunt you just pulled. They could have killed you,” he growled, his tone low and dangerous, and incredibly arousing.
I stared at his lips and he stared at mine.
I lifted my chin, just a little bit and his lips drove into mine with a roughness I hadn’t expected. He kissed me, devoured me, and my hips rose to meet his. My arms curled around his shoulders and his tongue pushed between my lips, twirling with mine, angry, passionate, and utterly consuming.
His kiss was rough and bruising, but I didn’t care. I kissed him back and my body heated feverishly beneath him.
“You deserve to be punished,” he murmured once he came back for air.
“So fucking punish me,” I countered, and his gaze darkened.
“Oh, I will,” he replied. He grabbed my hips and turned me around, forcing my cheek against the wall while he pulled my pants down below my ass. He kicked my legs apart and his fingers drove between my thighs, gliding against my already soaked folds.
He fiddled with his own pants and in seconds, the head of his cock nudged against my entrance. His arm snaked around my waist, using my body as lever as his dick slammed home inside my wet channel.
He was rough, and he took me hard and it hurt. His dick grew longer and wider, stretching me to bursting and still, I moaned loud beneath him. His arm that surrounded my waist dropped, so that he cupped my pussy instead.
I pressed my hands against the wall, the wet sounds of our fucking loud in the abandoned alley, the sounds of the pub quiet in the background.
My cheek pressed against the cool wall and my clit throbbed as he pounded into me. His pace was punishing, the sex harsher than I could have ever been expected to take, but I burned hotter for him. He gripped me roughly, his fingers pinching at my clit and I groaned low, pleasure building within me as he dominated my body completely.
My pussy clenched around his cock and I cried out, pleasure pain building a new level of passionate desire within my body. I felt myself come alive.
He fucked me hard and I took every last achingly long inch, feeling the head of his cock push deeper inside of me than I could have ever imagined.
By brute force, my orgasm rose within me, my body reacting violently to his punishing pace and I cried out, my heart hammering in my chest.
“Please, Ejan,” I begged.
“Come, you bad little human. Come for your master,” he demanded, and my thighs trembled beneath me. His fingers pinched my clit hard and my world fell apart.
My release came hard and fast, twisting and turning through my body like whitewater rapids rushing toward completion at the bottom of a waterfall.
My cunt tightened around his cock, milking him for all he was worth, and he groaned low behind me as his seed shot into my greedy channel.
My thighs tightened, weakened with the power of my orgasm and I used his arm and the wall for support as my pussy convulsed, my clit throbbing hard with pleasure and I came apart. He circled and teased the folds of my cunt, dragging out my release for second after torturously long second.
When my body finally calmed beneath his, he pulled out of me, leaving me panting as he tucked himself away. He pulled my pants back up, leaving my pussy a sopping mess of both his and my own cum.
It was filthy. I felt so dirty but satisfied.
He flipped me around once again, taking my chin into his fingers.
“Do anything like that again, and you’ll regret it,” he warned, his copper eyes boring into mine.
“Yes, sir,” I purred, my pussy pulsing with residual pleasure.
His eyes lightened in color and he smirked a little in my direction. His eyes blazed with heat and dark seduction and I pressed my thighs together in anticipation of his touch once more. His iciness had seemingly melted away, despite his effort to keep me at an arm’s length and I smiled a little with excitement.
“Good girl,” he replied.
“So, you don’t hate me,” I whispered playfully, and he smirked down at me.
“No, I don’t hate you. But next time you pull a stunt like that, I’ll whip you with my belt and you won’t enjoy a single second of it. And then, I’ll fuck your ass just to teach you who owns you,” he growled, and my insides shivered with nervous anticipation.
“You wouldn’t,” I breathed in disbelief.
“Oh, I would. And don’t forget it,” he replied.