His hold on my neck tightened, and my pussy immediately spasmed. “I’ve already left my mark on you. You’ll figure it out soon enough. But in the meantime, let’s add some more.”
He crushed his mouth to mine in a brutal, all-consuming kiss. He claimed me with passion and told me I no longer had any say in what happened the rest of the night.
He pounded up into my pussy, relentless, hard, unforgiving. It was exhilarating and exactly what I needed.
Untamed, dirty, nothing a girl from society should ever want.
“Sam, I’m there. I’m there. Harder, I need harder. I’ll cover it up. Just do it.”
His grip on my neck intensified, and my body and mind crashed over the cliff of bliss. My pussy clamped and contracted along Sam’s hard length as he slammed over and over into me.
Only this man could do it to me. Give me this. Give me what I craved, what I needed. Tears streamed down my face as wave after wave of release flowed over me.
How could I go on in life knowing this existed and never having it again?
“Beautiful.” His thumb brushed the dampness trailing along one cheek. “Now, it’s my turn.”
A shiver coursed through my body as I took in the raw hunger in Sam’s eyes. He’d held back so he could give me what I needed. Now, he’d take what he wanted.
My barely waned orgasm woke, responding to his feral lust.
He pulled free of my body and stood, his heavily engorged, very erect cock a heavy presence between us.
Turning us, he set me on the couch and brought my legs around his shoulders.
“Sam,” I gasped as he licked the length of my swollen labia.
“This is for me. If I could, I’d gorge on your pussy, day and night.” His tongue pushed into me, parting my folds and teasing the sensitive tissues.
My hips lifted, and my body begged for more as he circled, flicked, and nipped my throbbing clit. Then, he thrust two fingers into my pussy, scissoring and pumping, while continuing to work me into a mindless frenzy.
“Sam. I can’t breathe. I can’t—”
My orgasm crashed over me in violent waves, forcing my limbs to shake and my body to writhe.
“That’s the point. You need to know who owns your pleasure. Who controls it.” He continued his vicious assault, drawing out my release with measured strokes of his tongue and fingers.
He slowly rose, cupped the back of my head, and kissed me. The taste of us engulfed my senses, something I’d grown addicted to over the last few years.
When he pulled back, his eyes flashed with a determination that had my heart aching.
He tugged me forward and repositioned me so my front faced the back of the couch. Then, climbing on behind me, he pushed me forward, gripped my bound wrists, and slid in with one hard thrust.
“Fuck,” he called out. “I swear, there is nothing like sinking into your pussy.”
I couldn’t respond as he proceeded to pummel my body with hard, unyielding drives of his beautiful cock.
I had no leverage, no control. Sam fucked me with nothing but a carnal instinct for release, using my arms to yank me back into each of his deep plunges.
One of his thrusts hit that perfect tender spot inside me, and I cried out, “Oh, God. Do that again.”
“Even bound and at my mercy, you give orders.” The humor tingeing his response brought back the ache from moments earlier.
He repeated my desired movements while he shifted the hand holding my hip down between my folds and then strummed my clitoral nub in a maddening rhythm.
My pussy quivered and flexed. Sam’s breath grew unsteady, and his grip became almost painful, the telltale signals he sat on the edge of his release.
“Come now,” he ordered, pinching the sensitive nerves he teased between his fingers.