I am already desperate for her warmth, the need to chase that pleasure while I cause her to scream.
Quickly grabbing her up she struggles against me, and I drop her small body on the bed. Climbing on top of her, I lace my fingers with hers above her head. Dipping my head and brushing my lips against hers.
“The only way I would hurt you, Chantelle,” I say running my tongue across her bottom lip. “Is fucking you, until you’re walking sideways tomorrow.”
“Nate…” she pleads through heavy breaths.
“Now tell me what I want to hear,” I command, taking her lip between my teeth.
“No,” she insists, not knowing exactly what I am asking from her..
I bite down hard, and she moans while digging her long nails into my waist. I grind my aching cock against her as she arched her back to get closer. Releasing one of her hands I grab a fistful of hair, jerking her head to the side.
“Who do you belong to, Little Bird?” I breathe in her ear, her body shuddering as my breath meets her skin.
“You, I belong to you,” she admits through a gasp.
“And who am I?” I ask, grabbing her chin roughly.
“The Omen, I belong to you, The Omen.”
Fuck, I love it when she uses my moniker:
Once my name escapes her delectable mouth, I claim her lips, her need matching mine. Chantelle twists her fingers through my curls, holding me in place, our tongues fighting dominance. I rip her thin laced bralette, exposing her now bare chest.
“When I’m done with you,” I whisper in her ear. “This whole fucking house will know you’re mine.”
She runs her long nails down my chest to my waistline. Raising her head up, bringing her lips to my ear lobe.
“Good.”
I slide Chantelle’s shorts down; she lifts to make it easy to maneuver. I throw them on the floor, as she fumbles anxiously to remove my pants completely. Finally getting them off, I waste no more time.
Tonight, I claim her.
Tonight, I mark what is mine, and mine only.
I stand up, an incredulous look falls across her face, a pout forming on her mouth. I flick an eyebrow at her, licking my lips, as I relish in the naked beauty on my bed. I can’t wait to relish her every night, but tonight she gets punishment.
Her pussy will never crave another cock for as long as I breathe. I grab her legs, spinning her on her stomach. She grips the blanket as I pull her to the edge of the bed. Chantelle raises her perfect ass, awaiting my entry.
I already know she was wet for me, her pussy glistening in the lamp light.
Bending down, I grab the belt from my pants, it easily slides through loops, and I smack it across her bare ass. Thecrackfills the room, and she screams out. I send it again in the same spot, Chantelle looks back at me with tears in her eyes.
“Nate…” she sobs out. I smirk, dropping my belt and stepping behind her.
Chantelle presses back into me, her body begging to be fucked. My hand comes down on the same spot I hit with the belt and her body jerks forward, my hand snaps out grabbing her hair and keeping her from collapsing on the mattress.
“What did you call me?” I ask, rubbing the red spot on her ass cheek, the skin welted. She hisses at my touch but does not try to get away.
“Omen,” Chantelle says through a whimper.
“That’s my good girl.”
Lining my cock to her entrance I drive inside her without easing into it. Her body jolts forward, a surprised groan escapes her lips.
Holding onto her hips, I pound into her, as she screams in pleasure. Only I want to hear her say it in this moment. I slow my pace. One rough thrust into her, she groans a mixture of pain and pleasure. I slow again teasing her pussy with slow penetrations, not going further in than the head of my cock.