Let her go, Dante.
She went higher on her tiptoes, bringing her lips to mine, waiting for me to cross that final space.
Let her go, Dante.
She stroked the back of her hand up my stomach, along my chest and over my shoulders, looping them around my neck.
Let her go, Dante.
Her breath was brushing my lips, snipping away at the last of my self-control.
“Dante,” she breathed, her lips touching mine for a brief second before I finally did the right thing, in all the wrong fucking ways.
I flung her away from me, sending her flying to the floor as I shot to the other end of the room, putting some much needed distance between us.
She cried out, her body slumping. I looked at her, completely naked, completely vulnerable, and I wanted to fucking destroy her. She moved slightly, and that’s when I saw that the insides of her thighs were soaked, her pussy juices running down them.
“If you want me, then fucking crawl to me,” I heard myself say.
Fuck yes.
If she crawls to me, I will legit fucking explode. I would kill to see her on her hands and knees, slowly inching her way over to me.
Fuck!
The thought alone had me grasping my cock again, unable to resist the urge to stroke myself at the thought of Rachel crawling, begging to be fucked.
Her eyes widened as she focused on my movements, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
“Crawl to me, Rachel. Show me what an obedient little whore you are. Come and show me how much you want my cock by getting on your hands and knees and fucking begging for it.”
She moaned softly, her palms going flat against the floor as she raised her ass into the air.
Dear fucking God.
That image would be forever burned into my memory.
She slowly crawled to me, her hands moving one in front of the other, making her hips sway. Her ass was up high, her ass cheeks jiggling as she shuffled forward.
“Such a good girl,” I ground out, stroking my cock faster the closer she got. Pre-cum leaked out of the tip and dripped onto the floor between us. Rachel crawled closer, her eyes never leaving my cock as she watched me fuck myself again.
When she was mere inches away from me, I crouched down low and grabbed a fistful of her hair, forcing her to look up at me.
I forced my lips against hers, pressing down hard enough for her to cry out before I hissed against her mouth: “Next time, when I tell you to crawl, you do it without fucking hesitation. You need to remember who the fuck you belong to, and who the fuck commands you. If I tell you to crawl, you crawl. If I push you to the floor and tell you to lick my cum off it, your tongue better be darting out, ready to obey, Rachel. You need to remember your fucking place.”
She cried out again as I did exactly as I threatened and pushed her head to the floor, directly next to the cum I had leaked.
She shook her head, a sob wracking her body as she refused. I pushed her down again, keeping my hand fisted into her hair and my other pressing against her shoulder blades, keeping her entire upper body low to the floor.
She fought against my hold, her hair tugging against my grasp in what must have been a painful move, but she didn’t relent.
I positioned myself behind her, letting go of her hair but pushing harder between her shoulder blades. I grabbed the baseof my cock, lined it up with her tight hole, and buried myself in her pussy with one hard thrust.
She screamed at the intrusion, her pussy forced to stretch to accommodate my size.
“You don’t get to fucking say no to me,” I hissed, grabbing her hips with both hands and pounded into her. Her hands were still flat on the carpet, her fingers clenching as she tried her best to meet me thrust for thrust. Her moans were wild and loud. She had adjusted to the intrusion and now she was bouncing back on my dick, her pussy clenching around me.
I slapped her ass hard enough to make a loud clap echo out into the room. She cried out, so I did it again, this time harder. I looked down and saw the white of my handprint and felt my cock jerk in response.
