I pinch her clit until she winces when she doesn’t obey, and as her hands move to pull up her shirt, I’m met with another rush of wetness on my fingers in her panties.
“Stupid bitch,” I spit, smacking her trembling hands out of the way so I can get the task done faster.
She glares at me, brows drawn, forming a crease between her eyes.
“Keep looking at me like that and I’m going to fuck you nice and slow,” I warn.
The threat has her trying to scramble away, which is fucking perfect because she’s now on her stomach.
I rip at her clothes, leaving them in scraps hanging loose off her body. I don’t need her completely naked. I only need access to that amazing cunt of hers.
“Tell me I’m the only one that can hurt you,” I demand as I smack the tip of my glistening cock on her ass.
“Angel!” she hisses as I spread her cheeks, letting the tip of me skim that forbidden spot of hers.
I’ll fuck her ass at some point, but there’s no reason for her to think I won’t do it right now.
“Tell me,” I growl. “Or I won’t even use lube.”
I press my thumb in, wondering if I need to change my plans when she moans with pleasure.
I may be going about this all wrong. Giving her what she wants, the pain, the degradation, may not be the way to operate when dealing with Lauren. There’s definitely a learning curve where Lauren Vos is concerned, but thankfully I have a lifetime to figure out all the nuances that make her tick.
“Only you can hurt me,” she pants. “So fucking hurt me!”
I slide home, nearly losing my mind when her pussy grips onto me like it has missed me as much I’ve missed her.
My thrusts are hard, as deep as I can manage them. My grip on her ass is punishing, but that’s all I can manage.
My brain has gone offline with the pleasure of being inside her again.
I no longer have to do everything in fear of never experiencing it again. This cunt will be mine to fuck again tomorrow and the next day.
“My pussy,” I growl as I lean over her, taking her throat in my hand as I lean in close to her ear. “Right?”
She chokes from my grip, but even when I loosen my grip, she doesn’t agree.
“You have a lot to learn,” I hiss, my hips jerking forward.
I’m no longer in control of my own body. It’s going to do what it wants.
I can barely manage words or thoughts at this point.
She feels that fucking good.
“It’s fucking mine, Lauren. Tell me.”
She doesn’t.
I fuck her harder, choke her more, pinch her nipples and clit, and the stubborn fucking woman never agrees to the ownership.
She tells me she hates me after she comes and threatens to end my life when I spill inside of her.
“You took out my birth control implant,” she screams. “You’re going to get me pregnant, you piece of shit!”
I lean in closer, my breaths erratic as I bite the tip of her ear just enough to remind her who is in control.
“Didn’t know I had a breeding kink until you just said that.”