Consent (The Loan Shark Duet 2)

“Take me,” I manage on a croak.

“I’m the one giving the orders.”

To emphasize the statement he flips me on my stomach and lifts my hips. My ass is high in the air, an offering to him, and I already know what’s coming before he gathers my moisture and massages it into my asshole. An involuntary moan escapes as he stretches me impatiently with two fingers. I breathe in and out as two becomes three. One hand caresses the globe of my ass cheek as the other punishes me inside.

Bending over me, he kisses my shoulder. “You’ve been a bad girl, coming here naked under your clothes. The wind could’ve blown up your dress, and someone could’ve caught a glimpse.” Possession is thick in his tone as his fingers trail over my exposed folds. “And this is mine. All mine.”

I revel at the declaration, knowing he’ll claim me regardless of what his guarded expression meant when I arrived. No, I don’t want to think about that, now. All I want to focus on is him inside of me, around me, fucking me.

The slap that falls on my naked butt comes unexpectedly. My ass clenches, trapping his fingers inside. The heat scorching my skin sets every inch of my body from my waist down on fire. I push up, offering him more, and he takes it, spanking and pumping. My cries are fierce and desperate. I already need to come again.

“My greedy, beautiful girl,” he groans. “You want my cock in this tight asshole, don’t you?”

The last time he took me like this was on our wedding day. I know it’s going to hurt and that I’ll love it, but right now I’m craving the sting of his palm too much to focus on anything else. My breasts are heavy, swaying with each slap he delivers to my bottom. The pattern moves from right to left and back again, firing up the skin on my backside and turning my pussy plump and wet. My folds swell and throb. My clit feels overheated. The spanking stops, but not the fingers pumping in and out of my dark entrance.

“You won’t walk around without underwear again unless I tell you to.”

“No,” I whimper. My thighs quiver.

“Good girl. I’m going to take this beautiful, spanked ass.” The fullness of his fingers disappears, leaving a burn behind. “Keep still.”

Leaning my forehead on my intertwined fingers, I try to oblige, knowing it will be impossible. The broad head of his cock teases the tight ring of muscle.

“I’m going to take you like you asked me,” he says in a voice thick with lust. “Fight me.”

I know what he means. He doesn’t want me to give anything. He wants to take my ass, showing me his true nature without holding back, and he wants me to do the same. Carefully, he stretches me, driving the broad head of his cock past the first barrier of muscle. God, it burns. Perspiration beads on my forehead as he prepares me with shallow strokes, giving me just a taste, and then he spears into me, making my back arch and forcing a choked cry from my throat. He gave me permission to fight, so I try to make my body flat, escaping the harsh pace by lowering my pelvis to the ground, but his arm wraps around my waist, holding me in place. Fueled by my resistance, he slams harder, jamming his cock into my forbidden entrance until my eyes water and my backside burns like the fires of hell. I try to crawl away, but his grip tightens, and his fucking intensifies. His balls are slapping my pussy, and his cock hammers inside of me, driving my need higher with an animalistic mixture of pain and pleasure. The farther I try to move, the harder he fucks me.

“You’ll take my cock,” he hisses before kissing my shoulder.

I can say stop, and he will, but instead I clench my asshole, pushing him out. The act of defiance triggers the response I want. His hand curls around my throat, cutting my airflow. Oh God, I missed this. I don’t care that it’s deprived or strange or fucked-up. I want to give him my air, pleasure, pain, and ecstasy. I allow him to half-strangle me while he slides in and out of my ass, feeling nothing but trust and a deep sense of peace, knowing he’ll take care of me. As I start seeing white spots, he eases his hold marginally, allowing me to breathe, and then his fingers are on my clit, pinching, rubbing, spanking. A twisted sound escapes my dry throat as I explode in shards of painful pleasure, my pussy contracting around empty air. I reach behind me, trying to find his cock. I need him where I’m empty.

He grabs my wrist and lifts my arm above my head. “Not until I tell you.”