“Need to prepare you,” I say in a distorted voice and her eyes fly to my shaft and she bites her lip in hesitation. “That’s right, baby,” I purr. “You’re taking all of it. Think you can do that for me?”
“Don’t k...know...”
“Come on,” I grin, nuzzling her belly and I graze her feminine skin with my teeth. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”
Her face turns red, her chin trembling as I continue to work her. “I want to be. I’m t...trying to be.”
“It’s like the first time when we kissed.” I groan at the memory. “You were so good, baby. This is like that. Just let me lead and accept me.”
She nods, taking my face in her hands. “I trust you. I’ll always trust you.”
Those are the prettiest words a made man can hear from his female and I flood with triumph, mounting her, forcing my way into her heat and she cries out. I freeze, lingering in her body but then she shoots up with her hips, wanting to be good for me and it warps my mind. I stop holding back, flipping her on all fours and I go at it until my sanity is hanging on by a thin thread.
She’s too much for me. Too powerful in the way she’s got me all tangled up in knots.
I can’t get free.
I don’t want to get free.
All I want is her. She’s the only thing that matters.
“Harder or softer, baby?” I growl, ready to give her everything she needs. “And don’t be coy with me.”
“S...softer,” she stutters and I slow down the pace, “I mean h...harder...”
Following her request, I don’t hold back and I rage with lust when she silently takes it but her body screams. Her hair’s whipping against her back and her skin’s glowing from her sweet sweat and I groan.
“Giving up yet, little wallflower?” I grunt when she starts panting, her hands clutching tuffs of grass and she’s arching so hard she’s in a downward position. “Tell me how bad you want this.”
“B...bad...,” she stutters, “wear me out, Iversen. Wear me out all you want.” She pants when I take her word for it and she starts whimpering in protest.
“Ah-ah, no backtracking, baby,” I groan. “You said you’ll let me fuck you however I want.” I pound into her like a man, mobster and lover all at once and she goes wild, trying to meet each thrust, her body begging for more until she begins to whimper again. “Can’t stop,” I grate between my teeth. I fist her hair to hold her in place, crushing inside of her sweetness until she spasms around me.
Throwing her on her back again, I teach her how to take everything I give her. Her eyes flutter and she’s gone quiet, her body, and mind raw and she leans her head to the side, wanting my kiss on her neck and I give it to her, sucking on her skin and she cries out from pleasure, coming forcefully. Her delicate curves shudder, the slick sounds of our bodies hitting pounds in my ears but I grit my teeth.
This isn’t enough. I need more.
I need her conquered. Need her not to know where I end and she begins.
The lust makes me rage and I grab a fistful of her silky tresses, pulling her face up to mine and kill any doubts she might have had in the past about me and she whimpers in confusion and shock. The heat’s taking a toll on her but I’m too worked up to be gentle and I fuck her like I want to break her down, my hips piston inside of her uncontrollably, causing her teeth to clap and she has problems moaning my name.
“Iversen,” she yaps between chattering teeth, “You b...break me...”
A better male would have switched to tender lovemaking but I’m not a good man and I suddenly feel too big for my body, my cock swelling even more inside of her until she sobs uncontrollably, her sheath almost unable to take the overwhelming fullness and I grow rabid.
She’s mine!
I fuck her tightness, then slide in and out of her mouth before finding my way back to her pussy again, bellowing her name as I finish inside of her until she’s saturated with me. She fidgets, gasps, wails and screams as her insides tighten, coming again and again all over my engorged shaft. Her eyes roll back in her head and then she lets me hold her.
I’m spent, collapsing on top of her and draw her close, cherishing her, adoring her. Loving her.
She’s dazed, her eyes shocked while she hums to herself and her arms and legs are splayed. I smell her hair, relishing in her and growing so obsessed with her body that I don’t know how I ever stayed away from her. How the hell did I manage not to pounce on her the moment we were in the shed? Fuck, that was a miracle and I hide a dark chuckle behind my hand. Valkyrie stirs, stroking my chest and I grit my teeth.
The girl makes breathing a struggle, she makes things hard and easy. It’s easy to protect her and hard to accept that my ability to protect her is a liability. I’ll kill anyone looking at her wrong, talking to her for too long, anyone who makes her sad and anyone who makes her too happy-
She belongs to me.
And I’m very fucking stingy with her.