Intense

“You’re a bastard,” I say to him, smiling, and he grins back.

“Good. I’m glad you think so.”

He slap my ass again then stands behind me. I feel his thick cock against my aching pussy and I know what’s going to happen, but I can’t prepare myself for it.

He slides himself deep inside of me. I gasp and moan as his thick cock fills my sensitive tight pussy. Pleasure and pain mingle, washing over me, but the pain is less this time. He slaps my ass, his cock buried deep inside of me, and then he grabs the tie between my wrists and holds it as he slowly thrusts into me.

He pins me there, face down on the bed, hands behind my back. I can’t move an inch. He holds the tie that binds my wrists tightly in one hand, pulling me back against him as he thrusts into me, pushing himself deep inside of my pussy.

“God, yes,” he groans. “Your pussy is so fucking tight and warm, you know that? I want to bury myself deep in this little cunt and taste your cum again.”

“Oh god,” I moan. “Be nice. I don’t know if I can handle it.”

“There’s nothing nice about me.” He sounds like an animal, filled with lust, as he begins to thrust harder. “And nothing gentle, either.”

He starts to fuck me, really fuck me, hips working hard, cock slapping into my pussy, and I can feel myself building into it again. I moan, head turned to catch glimpses of his rock hard body as his cock slams into me. He pulls me back harder, cock slamming into me, and I know he’s fucking me like an animal.

There’s no mercy in him anymore, nothing tender or gentle. He wants to fuck me rough and deep and that’s what he’ll do. There’s no slowing down and I know it. I’m going to be taken and I fucking love it.

I start to work my hips back against him, getting deeper into the moment as he rips into me. His grunts are loud and passionate, and I know he’s going to come inside of me, fill me with his heat, and I want it. I need it so fucking badly I can barely control myself at all. But I keep bucking back against him, sliding along his thick cock, marveling that he can even fit inside of me.

And the pleasure is overwhelming. The way I’m bound there, unable to do anything but work that cock, makes me feel so fucking sexy and needed. I love that I’m his little pet, the woman he wants to fuck and be rough with. I love it, the way he handles me, gentle at first but pushing me up against my boundaries.

My body is sweating and working in rhythm with his, working faster and harder, getting closer. “Come in my pussy, Ethan,” I moan, not sure where that’s coming from. “Come inside of me, you fucking bastard.”

“That’s right,” he says, slapping my ass with his free hand. “Go ahead and call me a bastard again, you fucking dirty slut. Do it.”

“Fuck you, bastard,” I groan.

He rips into me and I can feel another orgasm building inside of me. I can’t believe I’m going to come again, but I know there’s no stopping it. I struggle back against him and he pushes me down, tearing into my pussy, working me hard.

“I’m going to fill you up, dirty fucking girl,” he says. “You want this fucking cum?”

“Yes, Ethan,” I moan.

“That’s right. You bad girl. You filthy fucking girl.”

He fucks me deeper, rougher, slaps my ass, pulls my hair, and I’m almost there. I’m so close. He strokes into me, deep and rough smacks of his cock, and I know I can’t hold back anymore.

He groans loudly, and I know he’s coming just as my orgasm crests and starts to wash over me again. I can feel his hot cum fill my little pussy, and it’s ecstasy, something I can barely comprehend.

We come together, bodies moving as one, sweating and working and writhing, and it’s all so much.

Slowly we come down together. The orgasm passes into a dull buzz of pure bliss. He releases my wrists from their bond and then we collapse together on the bed, his arms wrapped around me.

I love this. We say nothing. There’s nothing to say in this moment. All I need is his arms around me, his body against mine. We sweat together and are together, and that’s all I care about. Nothing is going to tear me from his arms, not if I can help it.

25

Ethan

The shower water washes over me and I can still feel her, ringing all through my body. She’s just outside of the bathroom, still in her bed, waiting for me to come back out. I have to clean up before I go to this meeting with Richard, although all I want to do is lay in bed with her and forget about everything else.

I finish showering and step out, towel around my waist. She smiles at me, wrapped in the sheets.