"Because that was my choice. In order for me to be willing to do that, let me come to that decision on my own. Don’t pressure me into it, because that will only make me want to work more out of spite," she admitted.
I growled at her, closing the distance. "Do you enjoy making me crazy?" I asked, grabbing a handful of her ass in each palm as I lifted her up into my arms.
"It's very possible," she admitted. "But I would argue that you were crazy long before I knew you. You know, stalker and all."
I huffed a laugh, but I still strode to the Chevelle and set her on the hood gently. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever stalked, Sunshine.” She looked at the car beneath her ass, pursing her lips in thought for a moment before her eyes came back to me when I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and gave her a look that communicated exactly what I wanted from her.
With a huff, she lifted her ass up off the hood of the car so I could slide the shorts down her thighs. "I know you're sore already," I murmured, tossing them to the side as I spread her legs and tugged her to the very end of the hood. "But unless you give me what I want, we both know that will get worse."
She glared up at me, her mouth parting in disbelief. "Are you threatening me if I don't quit my job?" she asked.
"No, Tesoro," I growled, reaching behind her head to grab her hair in my fist and tug her head back. I slid my other hand between her thighs, slipping a finger inside her tight heat as she whimpered. "I'm telling you that if you don't quit, I'll fuck you so hard you physically can't go do yoga tomorrow." Thrusting my finger in and out of her at a leisurely pace, I waited for her to decide.
I knew which she'd choose, knew she would never give in to my demands through sexual blackmail.
Luckily for me, I won either way.
"You're an asshole," she hissed, and I smirked as I touched another finger to her pussy and slid it in alongside the first. She clenched down on me as she tried to fight the arousal flooding my hand, tried to deny that she craved me, craved this, just as much. She needed me, even if she tried to fight it and deny it.
I saw it. Just like I saw her for exactly who she was.
Mine.
"Wrong answer, Sunshine," I told her, slipping my fingers free of her so I could reach for the fly of my jeans. Once I had them undone, I tugged her down the hood of the car further and wasted no time filling the void my fingers had left. She moaned, trying to toss her head back, but I held her still with my grip on her hair, keeping her back arched as I shoved inside her. Her pussy spasmed around me, sucking me as deep as I could go.
Ever helpful once she took my cock, Calla lifted her legs high and spread them, letting me maneuver myself with more agility, but with the way frustration ate at me, I didn't want her compliant. I let go of her hair, lowering her upper body until it dropped to the hood and laid her out like a buffet, and then I tore her shirt down the center so that her tits spilled free. She gasped, staring up at me in surprise.
She even winced, no doubt from soreness, when I pressed her legs back together and put her ankles on my shoulders.
The position only made her pussy grip my cock tighter as I shoved deep, making Calla cry out beneath me as I leaned my upper body over her and bent her in half. With my hips grinding into her, I slid through every inch of her pussy in hard drives that made her gasp. I couldn't kiss her, not with the angle of my body on the hood of the car, but I stared at her as I fucked her. I willed her to feel that I wouldn't ever tolerate another man having designs on her.
That the only cock she would ever know was mine and the way I filled her so fully.
She whimpered when her orgasm neared, her fingers clenching and unclenching as she tried to find something to hold on to. My only regret was that she couldn't dig them into my ass where my jeans slid down. "Do you want to come?" I asked her, letting her thighs fall to the side so that I could stare down at where I pounded in and out of her perfect, pink little pussy. I pressed a thumb to her clit, just applying steady pressure as I took and took from her without letting her fall over that edge.
If she wanted to disobey me, then the least she could do was ask me to let her come.
She whimpered, thrusting her hips up to grind that naughty little clit on my thumb, but I chuckled and shook my head. "Please," she begged finally. "Let me come."
"If I ever see another man touch you, I'll kill him while you watch, Tesoro. Got it?" I asked her, and she widened her eyes at me. It wasn't often I referred to just how violent my nature could be, but I needed her to understand that there were hard limits for me. Things that would push me too far and make me expose to her just how much of a monster I was.
"Ryker!" she gasped, her lips parting as she tried to object.
"I mean it," I told her, bumping the end of her with every one of the hard drives that I made her take. Made her accept.
Just like I'd made her love me.
I was ruthless, giving her no reprieve until she gave me what I wanted. "Yes. I get it!" she cried finally, whimpering when I circled her clit in the way she needed and her back arched in her orgasm.
There were only a few more thrusts on my part before I spilled inside her with a roar. Everything went white, all of me centered on the spot where I connected with my woman. I hated immediately having to lift her off the car when I came down from my orgasm, but I couldn't let my cum leak on the paint job. Calla glared at me in an attempt to scold me as I sat her down on the desk where I'd fucked her a few days before, but I wasn’t bothered by her anger. I understood it, even if I didn't agree.
Because I'd neglected a condom again.
And I couldn't lie and say it was an accident.
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