Descent (Black Heart Romance)

Ignoring her tantrum, I slide my hand over her lovely ass again, then retrieve the vibrator that fell out of her during the struggle.

It’s still buzzing, as eager as I am to get back into the warmth of her pussy.

Maybe I’ll really fuck with her. Build her to an orgasm but not let her come until after I’ve fucked her. Then I’ll make her come.

Yes, I like that. It’s a better design, more suited to haunting her after she leaves me.

I push the toy inside her again, moving it around until her thighs tremble and I know I’ve hit the right spot. She goes rigid, sucking in a few shallow breaths as the vibrator hums inside her pussy.

“Does that feel good?” I ask, running a hand up her back and pushing her hair aside to expose her neck. She doesn’t answer me, but I didn’t expect her to. A faint whimper slips out of her as she fights the physical pleasure I’m forcing on her.

“Please,” she whines, the sound muffled against the leather cushion.

The soft sound of pleasure dragged from her unwillingness is music to my ears. I press the tip deeper and she gasps as it hits her clit from a slightly different angle.

“Please take it away,” she cries more desperately.

I love the way she’s softening. I thought I had broken her spirit in a bad way, but maybe I was wrong.

“You’ll feel whatever I want you to feel, Hallie. How does it feel to know that? To be my little fuck doll, completely at my mercy?”

Her breath comes raggedly, the pressure inside her building against her own will. “Please.”

She’s desperate not to come for me, but with that vibration assaulting her sensitive clit, she’s struggling to hold on. I can tell by the deepening sweetness of her begging, the way she claws at the couch.

“Please don’t make me come. Calvin, please.”

Her voice is soft and sweet like cotton candy. I like her begging me. I like it a lot.

“You want me to stop?”

She latches on desperately. “Yes.”

“If I stop, I’m going to fuck your sweet pussy. You want my cock inside you instead of the toy?”

That trips her up. She doesn’t want either. “I… I don’t want to come. Please.”

I move the vibrator, pressing it harder against her clit.

“Calvin,” she cries.

I tug the vibrator out of her pussy and she sags against the couch with relief.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

Thank you.

Imagine thanking me for that.

She’s lovely. Once more, I wish I could keep her, explore her a bit more and really get to know her.

I can’t, but I can have her right now.

Now that her pussy is slick, it’s much easier to push into her. She whimpers, reaching back to push against my hip as I slide deeper into her.

Fuck.

My heart rate kicks up almost instantly.

I grab her hand and push it away, then grab her hip. I need the leverage when I pull back and plunge into her again, harder this time.

Now that I’m inside her, I’m a man possessed. The pleasure verges on fucking incapacitating as I slam into her, the physical pleasure peppered with the sound of my flesh slapping hers and the even sweeter sounds emanating from her beautiful throat as I use her body.

“Please,” she cries, but I don’t even know what she’s begging for anymore. She probably doesn’t, either.

It doesn’t matter. I love every sound she makes while I’m fucking her, whether they mean anything or not.

I slam forward into her pussy and smack her ass at the same time. She cries out more sharply, but it’s better when she cries. I wish I could taste her tears on my lips while I drive into her, but I can’t resist my current view. The way her perfect ass looks, the way it tapers to her tiny waist. An upside down heart, my cock like a sword plunged right down the center.

I don’t want to break her heart, but you wouldn’t know it from the forceful thrust of my hips as I drive into her over and over again.

It’s a claiming, violent and primal. I want to mark her so no one else ever dares touch her. Destroy her if that’s what it takes.

It feels like I’m pounding away at her forever, but my time inside her also feels too brief. When I can feel the tension building and I know I’m close, it almost pisses me off.

Then she grabs at the couch and lets out a series of low whines that set my blood on fire, and I can’t feel anything beyond pleasure and the sensation of her pussy convulsing around my cock.

That throws me over the edge. I let out a long groan and a low “fuck,” holding her hips tight and forcing myself as deep as I can inside her body. Release hits hard, my hot cum pouring into her as pleasure explodes behind my eyes.