I’d already gotten head from her once today, and it was fucking spectacular, but . . . enough. I wanted her cunt. I shuffled backward. I toed off my shoes, kicked off my pants, and tugged off my socks, leaving me naked. If she stood right now, she’d be dressed. I didn’t give a fuck for once, probably because I was too focused on my destination.
I put my hands flat on her back and shoved, getting her to collapse forward on her belly, and she let out a burst of air as she hit the leather.
“Hands behind your back.” I straddled the back of her thighs and dropped my hard cock right on her ass. It looked good up against her pink skin. She did as told and crossed her wrists. Her head turned so she had one cheek flat against the cushion, and she watched me out of the corner of her eye.
I spit loudly in my palm and used it to lube my dick up. It was probably overkill since her pussy was drenched when I went down on her, but better safe than sorry. I wanted to slide deep inside. I’d promised her I wasn’t going to hold back, and last night was as close to gentle fucking as I got. She’d get a good look at the real me now.
She tensed as I stroked the tip of my cock up and down between her legs, and it swam in her wetness. Did she have any idea how excited and crazy she made me? No other girl put up with my rough shit, let alone enjoyed it. I couldn’t wait another goddamn second. I clenched a hand around her wrists, lined myself up, and drove so deep into her pussy, she cried out.
Waves of warmth hugged me. Her tight body gripped at my dick, maybe trying to force me back out, but forget it. Jesus Christ, it felt so good, maybe I’d never leave. Not unless she asked me to, which she still hadn’t done. She didn’t say no, or nyet, or demand I stop. I curled my free hand on her shoulder and delivered my first thrust.
She exhaled loudly, and her hands tightened into fists.
My second thrust was harder and deeper, and she groaned. The low, guttural sound was fucking hot. My third thrust made her bounce on the cushions, and I held her steady with my grip on her shoulder, making it so her body wouldn’t recoil off me.
As I began to pound into her, the grunts shifted to moans, and it was the signal I needed to go all-out. I let go of her shoulder and dug my fingers into her hair, grabbing strands and pins, and jerked her back toward me. Her back arched. It had to hurt, but she’d never say it.
“You’re so good to me, baby. You let me fuck you exactly how I want to.” I slammed my body into hers, so deep it crushed my balls against her clit. Wait, shit. I struggled to put distance between what I’d just said, and my tone went brutal. “I own you, Oksana. You’re my motherfucking property. You got that?”
She panted, either through the pain or the pleasure. Couldn’t tell, but it was getting hard to focus. Thoughts broke down in my brain. All I wanted to do was fuck like a savage and come. I’d make it so any man who came after me wouldn’t be inside her the same way. No one else would compare.
“Say it,” I ordered.
She parroted it back without hesitation. “I’m your motherfucking property.”
Pleasure coursed through me, filling the room until I was panting right along with her. I was getting sweaty from the exertion, but mostly from the dark creature writhing beneath my hands. She moved with the rhythm of my body, so as I plunged into her, she was there to meet me. Fucking hell. It was insane, and once again, I wasn’t going to last long. I’d wanted her too much all day.
At least tomorrow was Thanksgiving and I didn’t have to work. I planned to fuck her until my cock gave out.
She moaned, and it sounded faintly like pleasure. It felt good for her, and I . . . liked that. I slid as far in as I could go, until I was pressed all against her, and ground my body, rubbing her clit.
“Oh.” Her word was surprised.
It gave me a white-hot flash of satisfaction. Not just with how good it physically felt, but knowing it was pleasurable for her. “That’s my dick that’s making you moan.” I’d do everything I could tonight so my cock made her come.
I released my grip, both her hands and hair, and she flopped forward. She clutched at the couch as I rammed into her, and the impact made her slide away. Her hands flew out to brace herself on the armrest, so I could keep fucking her deep.