It was time for me to take what belonged to me.
With precision, I lined the head of my cock to her entrance. Without pause, I drove up into her, forcing every last inch of my cock into her pussy. She cried out, the sound escaping a mix of pleasure and pain combined into one.
I slammed into her just so I could hear it again.
She felt like absolute heaven. Her pussy fluttered around my cock, squeezing me over and over as she struggled to take all of me. Her arms wrapped around my neck, holding on as I rode her. Her hips angled toward me, allowing me to fuck her even deeper.
I’d never get enough of this.
I’d never get enough of her.
This wasn’t the first time I’d fucked her, but it felt like it. Every thrust, every moan and cry, every time her body squeezed me felt like the sweetest sin. I’d gladly sell my soul to the devil if it meant that she could never leave my bed.
I thrust forward, thoroughly enjoying the way her body tightened around my cock. She was getting close. I could feel it.
“You were a bad girl today, weren’t you?” I whispered, trailing kisses along the sensitive plane of her shoulder. She shivered. I grinned with victory when I noticed gooseflesh pop up all over her arms.
“Yes… Sir…” she replied shakily. With each syllable, her body clenched my cock and her nipples hardened visibly.
“I had to take you out to the car and punish you, didn’t I?” I pressed.
“Yes,” she murmured. Her cheeks were bright pink with shame, but I was enjoying myself.
“I spanked you, but that’s not all I did.”
“No, sir,” she whispered, that beautiful pink staining her cheeks a much darker shade now.
“I want you to tell me what happens when my angel is a bad little girl,” I rumbled. My cock was rock hard right now and she was shaking with need. We were both on edge.
“You punished my bottom hole,” she whispered, her voice trembling with embarrassment.
“With what, naughty girl?” I pressed, fucking her even more roughly as punishment for her evasive answer.
“A plug, sir,” she whined. Her body flexed around my cock, and she gasped.
“Next time, angel, I’m going to punish it with my cock. I want you to think about that as you come for me,” I promised her, and she moaned more frantically this time. I shoved my hand in between us and pinched her clit.
Almost immediately, her body began to convulse. She writhed beneath me, struggling to take everything at once. I could feel the plug jostling inside her every time that I thrust into her pussy, and she clamped down hard around me. I pistoned back and forth into her, prolonging every second of her pleasure that I could.
“I’m so full,” she wailed.
“As you should be, angel,” I purred.
She moaned, a blissful smile breaking across her face. Her hips rocked back and forth. She opened her eyes, obviously expecting it to end now.
I had no intention of stopping any time soon.
I fucked her long and hard through that first orgasm, but I didn’t stop there. I forced another. She didn’t moan for me the second time. She screamed through her orgasm, digging her nails into my back.
I would wear her marks with pride.
I used her beautiful body for a long time. I didn’t allow myself release until she was begging for mercy and still, I was reluctant to stop. I couldn’t get enough of her and even though she’d come several times, it still felt like it would be over far too soon.
“I’m going to ride you hard, angel. Cry for me if you need to, but you will come all over my cock when I tell you,” I growled.
Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head. Her arms gripped at me tighter, holding on as I took her even more roughly. She screamed, but her pussy clenched around my cock harder than ever.
We were made for each other. No one could ever tell me anything different.