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A harsh tug up, and I hear it. The first full moan.
God, that sound. It nearly makes me spill inside her right then and there, but I grit my teeth through the spike of pleasure, determined to make her fall apart first.
“Do that again, sweetheart. Make that sound again,” I grunt.
“No!” she grits, venom lacing the single word.
With my other hand, I linger on her ass cheek. “Remember how Dimitri took your ass?”
She tries to move away from me as my fingers glide around her ass, applying pressure until I feel her body tremble.
She pushes herself from the door, and I stumble. She takes the moment to crawl away from me, and I hurl up and wrap my arms around her, tossing her on her back as she kicks and punches me.
She lands a few hits, but my focus won’t change. Not even when she grazes a few over my jaw.
“Look who got some fight in her,” I say and grab her thighs, ripping them apart and pulling her against me. My cock’s inside her before she can throw another punch.
My fingers dig deeper into her thighs, and I hope they leave a mark. She should be used to my marks at this point.
“You need to accept who you are,” I grunt, and my thrusts turn rapid.
I lift one of her legs over my shoulder and hit her deeper. She gasps and her head falls back.
Her fingers claw at my arms, her body trying to twist and move. All of her movement just makes her squeeze my cock even more, driving me even crazier as we shuttle toward the point of no return.
“Fuck,” I groan as my cock tenses.
With every trust, a delicious sound comes from her, but she doesn’t look at me, pretending I’m not the one fucking her. That won’t do.
I grab her chin and direct her face forward so that she has to look at me, making her eyes narrow and her teeth grit in defiance. “You can’t escape from me, sweetheart. I’m the one fucking you, making youmine. And I can feel you squeezing my cock, just begging to come.”
Hope tries to shake her head, but I hold her still with a vise grip. When she tries closing her eyes to shut me out, I snap my hips, making them fly open as an uncontrollable gasp rips from her. Her walls clamp down on me even more, getting so tight that it’s almost hard to thrust into her.
I make it work, though. She still hasn’t come for me yet.
With my left hand, I crawl between us and rub my thumb over her clit. Her body twitches and my lips curve.
“Say you like it,” I tease.
“Never,” she says, but the slight moan around the word makes me keep moving.
I can’t hold on any longer and tilt my hips, hitting that sweet spot. She covers her mouth with her hands, but it’s already too late.
She spills over me, her orgasm crashing through her as her back curves off the ground. I push through the tremors in her pussy until I can still deep inside her, feeling how my cum fills her.
Hope pants heavily, trying to catch her breath as a deep red flush covers her cheeks. She shudders a little from the aftershocks of her orgasm, a look of embarrassment flooding her face.
My body slumps. All the buildup tension is gone, and I pull out but keep her legs apart, just to watch how pretty she looks used and fucked by me.
“This is what you’re good for, sweetheart,” I whisper as I admire the view. A work of art. A masterpiece.
She moves, and I let her, not wanting to get punched in the face since her glare is back. “Just get the fuck out of here,” she sneers.
“Careful now. Your lies are getting old.” I chuckle and get up from the floor to get dressed.
She slowly gets off the floor, staggering on her feet. Her hair’s a mess and cum drips down her thighs. She touches her fingertips to the mess on her skin, her teeth briefly pressing into her bottom lip as her brow furrows. I can’t read her expression, and I doubt her thoughts are any clearer.
Is she confused? Disgusted? Turned on?
