Selling Her Virtue - Page 33

And looking me in the eye the whole time, he penetrates me, parting me again with the tight mushroom head of his cock.

“I don’t give a fuck. Because you don’t belong to them. You belong to me.”

I know it with my whole body. My whole soul. But it doesn’t make things any simpler.

“I know,” I start, “but—”

“Say it. Say you belong to me.”

With the Y of his massive hand, he places a gentle but definite pressure on my throat.

God, I like the feeling of his hand on my throat a lot. More than I expected. More than I probably should.

He smiles now, greedy. Aggressive. A cocky bastard, through and through.

I don’t answer for a second, then two. And his grip tightens, causing a flood of wetness to pour out of me, so thick and heady that a rush of my scent fills the air.

“Say it,” he says again.

Still maintaining the same grip on my throat, the same total power over me, he enters me. My pussy is sore, but it doesn’t matter. Having him inside me is heaven.

“I belong to you.” I give in, each word and breath accentuated by the light choke hold.

“I’ve waited so fucking long for this. Fuck, I need it. I need it worse than I need air.” He rubs the head of his cock up and down my pussy, making me squirm, writhe.

My god, this pleasure. Bliss. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt.

He teases us both. So slowly. So well. I wriggle my body, trying to get him inside me, but he won’t give in. He gives me a warning glance and I melt inside.

“My body is begging just to bury it in you.” He takes a slow breath before finishing. “But my mind tells me to go slow. To feel every ridge inside you.”

He tilts his hips and enters me. Just the tip. Then one quarter inch more. And more. And more. He’s as good as his word. It’s the most luscious agony.

Slow. So slow.

“Fuck. You’re so fucking wet, squeezing me already. I feel how fucking needy your little pussy is for me.”

He lowers himself down onto his elbows, looking down at me. With this thumb and forefinger, he teases my left nipple. Pulling, tugging, teasing, pinching. The edge of pleasure blurs into pain as I tumble into a new kind of heaven.

With one sweep of his big hand, he pulls my legs up, so my calves hook around his waist.

“God, baby, it’s so fucking good. I need this. I need you. I need to flood your fucking pussy with my cum.”

I hang on to him tight. Sweaty skin. Kisses. His cologne, my perfume. Him and me all mixed up together. I tease the shell of his ear with the tip of my tongue, just flicking it. Feather soft. It makes him shudder and drive into me hard.

“I need to breed your fucking princess little pussy. You’re so fucking good to me.”

His words make my toes curl. “I want to be the best thing in your world.”

“Fucking squeeze my cock. Give me everything you’ve got.”

I inhale and squeeze, squeeze, squeeze.

He drops down onto me, compressing my chest with his weight.

“Fuck,” he groans out, low and throaty into my pillow.

Instinctively, I curve my fingers now, wanting to hold him and squeeze him, and even, maybe, to hurt him. Just a little. To bring him down a notch.

So I sink my nails into his muscular back, and again he grunts. And I dig in deeper. And harder. And his massive body shudders as he drives into me again.

“That’s right. Dig those nails into my back. That’s it, baby. That’s it. Fucking drag them. Do it.”

I don’t hold back now. I’m not gentle. I’m not timid. With all ten fingers, I mark him deeply, savagely.

He loves it. Every muscle in his body tenses with pleasure.

“Fuck. That’s exactly what I need. Exactly. You fucking know that, don’t you? You know how to take care of me.”

That’s all I want. To take care of him. To give him what he needs.

“Yes.”

“Reach down and rub your fucking clit for me. I want to feel that fucking pussy cum on me,” he orders. “Come on my fucking dick.”

I obey. No hesitation. No overthinking.

He asks.

I obey.

It’s so easy. It feels so right. We’re close now, foreheads pressed together. Eyes locked. The closer I get, the slower he takes me. His pupils dilate and I feel my cheeks and body flush hot.

“I’m about to… oh, Marshall.”

“That’s it.” His stubble grazes my cheek; his hot breath warms my ear. “I fucking need to breed you. I need to coat your insides with my cum and mark you as mine forever. You will always belong to me. You’ll never forget it.”

“I never want to forget,” I whisper, my voice thick with need and want. My hips rise up as I roll into another orgasm.

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