She breaks away from my lips to heave in a deep breath and firmly proclaims, “Mine.”
Her dainty hands grab my ass cheeks, yanking me to her, my cock impaling her pussy. Rather than scream at my huge size plunging inside her fully, she moans against my throat. Her little mouth finds my flesh with her teeth, biting as I adjust to go deeper and draw a whimper from her. She wants all of my length in her, even if it brings a touch of pain laced with the pleasure.
“You know my cock’s big, sweetie. Why’d you hurt yourself with it?”
“Mmm,” she hums, sucking my skin between her lips.
She releases me, and I move again as her tongue licks along my neck to draw my lobe into her mouth next. Her palms apply more pressure to my ass, and I grind against her in response. Breathily she orders, “I want to be fucked biker boy. I have so much adrenaline inside, I could tear you up right now. If I didn’t have to be quiet, I’d scream the walls down right now with how badly my body craves yours. Make me come.”
“Careful with your words, little woman, or I’ll be the one tearing this pussy up. I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if you provoke me. I fuck to own, Chevy.”
“Please?” she begs, moving her hips to create more friction between us and it’s my undoing.
Grabbing her hands from my ass, I pin them both in one of mine above her head. My free hand wraps around her throat, holding her in place as I gain my bearings and start to pummel into her. She’s frightened but doesn’t want to admit it. I can feel it in my gut. She needs me to take the control from her. She craves this more than anything, to keep her distracted from the danger literally underneath us.
Her mouth falls open as near silent moans and whimpers escape her as I continue my assault. Mere moments pass before her cunt grips me like a vise, squeezing and pulling. The hungry muscles attempt to force the come from my cock with its needy little sucks. Her pussy wants me to claim it.
“You’re mine, Chevelle.”
Her mouth closes to swallow as her climax begins to fade away, and I squeeze her throat in my grasp, stealing the air from her. “Say it,” I demand, never pausing in my assault. My nuts grow heavy, full of my seed wanting to mark her in ways others won’t be able to see.
She gasps, and I squeeze tighter. I don’t stop until her other hand pushes against my hand, as she attempts to break free. She fights with my fingers stealing her oxygen.
Thrusting into her hard, I offer an ultimatum. “You’ll say it, or else I’ll squeeze your fucking throat until you pass out.” My dick expands, my come nearly about to burst as I take her as she desired but also demand her to admit my ownership. There’s a price for her pleasure, my own pleasure.
“Yes,” she mouths, and I briefly release my hold. My hand rubs against the bruised flesh in soft massaging circles to get the blood flowing again.
“What was that?” I order and again squeeze her sensitive flesh. This time my grips tighter than before, but only for a beat. I want to cut off her oxygen quick enough to immediately spike her adrenaline.
She throws her head back, a deep moan braking free as an even stronger orgasm overtakes her body. I move my hand, resting the palm in the middle of her breasts. Her eyes meet mine, and she breathes, mid climax, “I’m so fucking yours.”
The way she proclaims the words makes them powerful. I roar out my own release. The come bursts from my tip, coating her insides with my dense essence. I brace over her until I’m fully spent. My face drips with sweat. It trails over my bare back and chest. My breaths come deep, as I try to regain my bearings.
Chevelle’s so utterly divine right now—lying below me sated and thoroughly fucked after she’s admitted to being mine. “Beautiful,” I whisper. Her body flushes for an entirely different reason than the heat and spontaneous bought of sex.
She’s like a flower. Soft and colorful with breathtaking beauty on the outside, full of thorns to protect herself with, and resilient on the inside, always seeking out the sources to keep her alive. She’s strong, stubborn, and motivated. Those three on a woman make up such a magnificent creature.
And she’s mine. I think that’s the part that fills me the most. Being in her presence and knowing that I’m lucky enough to have her in my life. She could have chosen anyone and yet she’s let me in. Not anybody else.
“Did I break you?” I mumble, and she giggles. Chevelle actually giggles, and I find myself wishing I could wrap the tinkling sound around me always. “And what is the sweet smell on your throat?”
“Oh, it’s Calvin Klein Eternity Air for women.”
How fitting, I think with a pleased grin. Air. It definitely suits her when I think of being without her—not being able to breathe properly. She’s my own air.
“I like it.”
“I’m glad,” she replies and reaches for her shirt. I grab it before she can and shake out the dust, and then help work it over her head. “I can do it.” She takes over.
“I know,” I mutter, even though I didn’t want her to. I was enjoying dressing her after undressing her. Rather than sulk like a child giving up his most precious belonging, I go about pulling my jeans over my ass and buckling them.
I was so consumed with her I don’t recall even unbuttoning them or shoving them free from my cock. One minute we’re sitting here, she’s asking me to fuck her and then I was. That sums it up in my mind. Once her tits were bared, everything else just faded away.
She attempts to stand, but the ceiling’s too low. When she starts to fall, losing her balance, I reach out, steadying her so she can finish getting her pants on. “Thanks.”
“Of course. I’m the one that took them off, after all.”
She grins about to respond when an even louder boom than before shakes the building.
Her eyes grow wide, her mouth dropping in surprise. “Shit! What was that?”
I shake my head. “I have no clue.”
I’m a lying bastard too because I’m pretty sure that was another bomb and those fucks down there just blew something big up.