Page 101 of The Outsider
“Hmm,” I hummed against her throat, pleased. “I would, but…since you started without me, you’ll have to wait till I get my fill.”
She groaned in frustration, then yelped when I bit her neck again, harder this time.
“I know my girl wants to please me,” I said in her ear, rubbing her hard nipples with my thumbs. “I know she wants me to use her however I want, until I’m satisfied. Doesn’t she?”
Claire whimpered again, then said in a small voice, “Yes, John.”
Her submission made me fucking feral. My hands moved to her hips, and I hauled her onto her knees. Even in the dark bedroom, where I could only see her outline, she looked damn good on all fours for me.
I slipped two fingers into her throbbing cunt, and she gasped as I gave her a couple slow pumps. I made sure both fingers were coated with her wetness, her come, before pulling them out. She didn’t groan this time, just made a small sound of disappointment that made me grin. I enjoyed making her wait almost as much as pleasing her.
Kneeling behind her, I leaned over her and pushed my wet fingertips against her lips.
“Open for me, beautiful,” I ordered. “Taste yourself. Show me how good you can suck.”
She hesitated for a second, but then obeyed. At first, she took them up to the second knuckle, sucking her wetness off my fingers. I pushed in gently, urging her to take more, and she moaned. She let me work them all the way into her mouth and started sucking hard, squeezing her thighs together.
“Such a good girl,” I said. “You like tasting yourself? You see why I’m addicted to you and your pretty cunt?”
She gave another muffled moan around my fingers in reply, and I couldn’t wait anymore. Keeping my fingers firmly in her mouth, I used my other hand to line my cock up at her entrance.
“I say you’re a good girl,” I said, “but you did start without me. So, tonight, I’m going to fuck you the way a bad girl deserves to be fucked. To remind you who you belong to.”
She squealed as I shoved my cock into her. Her slick cunt squeezed me, pulling me deeper, and I couldn’t help but groan. As soon as I bottomed out, I started to fuck her the way I needed to—hard and fast, like a goddamn punishment.
Claire’s cries around my fingers turned me on like nothing else. I could feel her pulsing around me, and I knew her clit must be aching.
“You liking this, gorgeous?” I panted. “You like being used for my pleasure?”
“Yeah,” came her garbled reply. “Oh, God, yeah.”
“You want me to spank you like you deserve?”
Her response was muffled, more a sigh than a word. “Please.”
I drew my hand back and delivered a hard spank across her ass, and she cried out. It only made me want to keep going. I spanked her raw, until her skin was bright red and hot to the touch. Until my hand ached. She never wanted me to stop—my sweet, dirty girl. Instead, she made more helpless, high-pitched sounds as I rutted into her like I owned her…because in that moment, with my fingers practically down her throat and my handprint across her ass, I fucking did.
“Gonna come, baby,” I gritted out, right at the edge. “Gonna mark you as mine.”
She whimpered in response. I abruptly pulled out of her, grinding my cock against the soft flesh of her ass, and groaned uncontrollably as milky-white come sprayed across her pretty skin.
Panting hard, I withdrew my fingers and kissed her shoulder, then sat back on my knees. In the dim light from the woodstove, I could see my come marking her, and it satisfied me on some lizard-brain level.
“You look so fucking good wearing nothing but my come,” I said, and she sighed as I easily slid two fingers inside her. “Do you like being marked, baby? Knowing you’re mine?”
“So much,” she replied softly, her voice edged with need. “Please make me come now. I want to come like this, on my knees.”
The desperate note in her voice was irresistible. I pumped slow and deep, the way I knew she liked, and she moaned loudly. I savoured the sounds she made, the way she felt around my fingers. She gasped as I used my other hand to stroke her clit, then leaned into my touch. “Lay your head on the bed, sweetheart. Good. Stay just like that. Let me admire you, covered in my come, while I give you pleasure.”
Claire arched her back and pumped her hips, fucking herself on my fingers. I added a third finger, and her breath caught before she let out another primal moan. With her red hair in her face and her pale, perfect ass in the air, she was the sexiest sight. After denying her, I craved her pleasure.
I let her keep moving her hips while I stroked her clit and listened to her moans get rougher, more guttural. She wasn’t quiet—she took what she wanted, and I loved every second. Watching my reserved, somewhat shy Claire let go of control and give herself over to pleasure was hot as hell.
“I’m so close,” she whimpered, shaking her head restlessly against the bed. “Harder.”
I thrust my fingers into her more forcefully, enjoying the wet sounds they made.
“You’re my beautiful, brazen little fucktoy, hmm? Eager to be used whenever I need release?”
