My dick is rock fucking hard against my jeans as I hold her tighter, showing her who’s in charge.
I spank her again and she jolts, a sob tearing from her throat and bouncing off the walls. “Stop…please…”
My hand flattens against her firm globe of flesh and what resembles a moan mixes with her whimpers. “Please…please…”
“That’s it. Beg me for it. Beg me to fill your cunt with my dick.”
Her eyes widen as they lock on my lighter ones through the mirror.
I don’t recognize the manic look in my eyes, the complete abandon and the fucking need for more.
More of her.
Of this.
My nails sink into the softness of her flesh hard until she gasps. “Do it. Beg.”
“W-what?”
“You’ll beg for it like a good slut tonight. Say, please fill my holes with your cum.”
She shakes her head, but it’s hesitant—lost, even. But one thing doesn’t lie. The reddening of her cheeks as she fixates on me.
“Beg for it, Naomi.”
Her lips part, probably because it’s the first time I’ve used her name during our fucked-up fantasy.
We’ve had some sort of an unspoken rule that says we’re different people during the chase. I’m the beast and she’s the toy.
I’m the monster and she’s the prey.
But I couldn’t give a fuck about any of that tonight.
Maybe it’s because of the way she looks in the sexy-as-sin dress or how her body feels hotter. Or maybe, somewhere in my brain, she’s already evolved to more.
The fucked-up sex was once all the connection we had, but now, it goes hand in hand with everything we have.
Breaking the invisible rule might not be the wisest thing to do, but I couldn’t care less.
Maybe she couldn’t care less either, because her tongue darts out to lick her lips before she whispers, “Please…”
“Please what? Say the fucking words.”
“Please fill me.”
“With what?”
“Your cum… Please fill me with your cum.”
I don’t even know how the fuck I have the presence of mind to free my dick. All I can register is her whimper as I slam inside her wet heat. She’s soaking, but her expression contorts as I go all the way in.
I like it when I hurt her. Her body naturally submits to mine and she releases these small noises that make me harder. Her expressions of both awe and pain that I can’t get enough of.
Or her.
Because that’s what this is all about.
Her.