Immediately — teeth.
Too much. Too tight. Mouth too small.
“Fuck—!” I snarl. “You’re terrible at this. You’re not even a good whore.”
Her brows pull tight, and her eyes go glassy.
Good. She doesn’t like it.
I grip the back of her head.
Now I’ll slam my dick down her throat until she passes out. Then she’ll hate it. Never do it again. Never suck off anyone else.
But tears pour from her eyes, probably scared I’m about to hurt her.
I breathe in deep.
I stop myself.
“Don’t fucking cry, I bite out. “Jesus, you’re lower than pathetic.”
I withdraw my dick, but her hands reach for my hips, trembling, grasping for me.
Like she’s not done.
Like she wants more.
What the hell is wrong with her?
I’m so fucking furious, I grab her by the waist and throw her onto the bed.
She lands hard, twisted on her side, but before she can scramble away, I yank her bikini bottoms down to her knees and shove my shaft inside her, rough, raw, and buried in one punishing thrust.
She gasps and squirms.
Her top has ridden up, those perfect tits bouncing free, jiggling with every thrust. I can’t look away.
“And you wore this tiny bikini?” I growl through clenched teeth. “What? I fuck you once and suddenly you’re cock hungry?”
She hides her face behind her hands, saying nothing. Just taking it.
Honestly, her silence enrages me more.
But then, my gaze drags down her helpless body. Her flushed skin. Her curvy, thick shape. The faint shimmer of pool water still drying on her thighs.
And something claws at my chest.
My grip on her hip tightens. I slam into her again.
“I can’t believe you let those guys look at you,” I scold. “This body, this little body, the one only I’ve seen... you’re just gonna give it to someone else?”
She whimpers softly, making my dick throb inside her.
And I slow down.
My anger is still there, but it’s bleeding into something else.
She’s here. With me.
