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She tries to gasp for air, but I won’t stop. I won’t release her. She’s mine.
Every thrust is harder than the one before. My fingers let go of the belt and both hands curl around her face, holding it as I fuck her mouth.
I take what is mine, and mine alone.
My hands dampen, and I notice the tears that stream down her face.
My thrusts slow, but every time my cock slides down her throat, the tension in my body simmers.
“Look how good you take me,” I whisper, and her stare snaps up to mine.
“Suck harder,” I order. “Be good for me.”
Her hands grip my hip and she starts to move with me, her lips tightening around my cock, her tongue swirling around my shaft, and then a moan vibrating around it all.
Fuck, that felt good.
With a few more thrusts, I still deep inside her, her throat working around my cock, and my head falls back.
But I can’t come.
Not yet.
I pull out and toss her back to the ground. She wines and gasps. But I’m not here to take care of her. I’m here to remind her what she is to me.
I’m sloppy and rushed as I push my pants down and crawl behind her, hauling her up by the belt wrapped around her pretty throat.
“Brad,” she cries out, but I line up behind her. The head of my cock slips between her wet pussy lips.
I chuckle darkly and tug on the belt, then slam inside her. I thrust into her tight pussy, ignoring her whimpers and moans as I take what I need from her.
“No one comes to save you tonight,” I sneer out as my pace hardens.
Her pussy pulses around my cock and I smile. “Look at that, you’re even more fucked up than I am. You love this, don’t you? Love to feel pain and pleasure, love that I almost killed the one who thought he could have you.”
My little wicked slut.
Chapter thirteen
Katie
The ground digs into my knees, cutting my skin as Brad fucks me hard and fast. He’s furious. His periods of silence prove it. When my own whimpers edge, he grinds into me, panting in my ear. “My perfect, fucked up little slut. I’m going to make you as dirty on the outside as you are on the inside.”
I whimper. “Brad, please, just—”
He slams into me again and again, making pain and pleasure pulse through me as he swats my ass and fucks me the way he needs to feel in control again. Every thrust pushes thoughts of the rest of the world away until it feels like he’s the only man in my life. Even though there are two more waiting at home.
The leather belt constricts around my throat, my breaths shallowing as I struggle. My stare is focused on Dan hanging from the tree in front of us. I’m sure he hears me. I’m sure he’s listening since his whimpers have silenced.
I want to tell him not to listen. I want to order Brad to get rid of him, but Brad bites my ear hard and pants against my lobe. “Beloud for him. He can’t see you, so he'd better hear you. Scream my name until he has it memorized.”
It’s so fucked up, so wrong. Thinking about how determined Brad is to own me, to make it clear to a man I said no to makes me angry, but I can’t deny how hot it is either. If he weren’t buried inside me, fucking me like I’m his, marking his territory without worrying about whether I come, if he weren’t so… him, I’d be furious, hit him, scream at him, but all I can do is obey. I moan his name weakly, then louder as he picks up his pace while palming my breast and pinching my nipple to the point of pain.
Pain I want—because that’s who Brad is, pleasure and pain. The pain always makes the pleasure more intense. The pain lets me know it’s real, and I want it all, want everything.
Brad yanks on my makeshift collar again and my back curves further, almost uncomfortably as his other hand pushes on my lower back. Every thrust is harder than the one before and I’m waiting for my limit. For the moment I can’t take it. But as my body trembles and moves with his, I almost cry out as my pussy tightens around his cock.
Brad shifts, leans forward, and his breath is hot against my neck. I bite my lip to stifle a moan.
