Fuck. Anything but that. I don’t want to give him that satisfaction. But damn, is he making it hard.
He slaps me again, this time on the other ass cheek. “And then I’m gonna fill this pussy to the brim.”
I don’t even comprehend what he’s saying. That’s how delirious I am. Lust has taken control of my brain and turned it to mush.
He bangs me so hard and so fast, I forget everything I should be saying to him, everything I should be thinking. All I can feel is … wantonness.
He leans over and brushes my hair aside. “Come for me, Dixie,” he whispers into my ear. He tightens his grip on my ass while simultaneously rubbing my clit. “Come.”
His dark, seductive voice is enough for me to explode. My body buzzes as ecstasy ripples through me, causing me to lose my grounding momentarily, but he holds me upright in his arms.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he groans.
Three more thrusts and his dick pulses inside me. Warm cum jets inside, and I moan along with him like the slut I am … Like the slut he always knew I was.
I can feel it drip out of me when he pulls out, and I try to slip out from underneath him, but he keeps me propped up.
“Oh, no, I’m not done yet,” he growls.
“What?” I mutter as he positions himself behind me.
“Keep your fucking ass up or there will be trouble,” he commands.
I don’t know why I listen. Why the fuck my legs won’t move. Why I let him do this to me.
Am I that much of a masochist? Or does a part of me actually believe him? That I actually need this punishment?
Because I don’t even protest the moment he says, “I’m gonna fuck your ass now, and you’re gonna love every inch of me inside you.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Brandon
With a wet dick that’s still hard as fuck, I position myself at her back entrance and push inside. She gasps, unable to control the loud moan that leaves her mouth.
I know she hates this, and that’s exactly why I’m doing it. She needs to be punished for trying to shoot me again. Defying me has its price … and right now, it’s me claiming her ass.
It should’ve belonged to me long ago, but she thought she could take it away from me. Not anymore. I’m not listening to her nonsense; it’s all lies, and she knows it. We both know she needed this. She needed to be put down in order to justify the fact that she’s aroused. She’s telling herself she has no choice, yet here she is gleefully accepting my dick up her ass. In fact, I can practically see her drool right now.
I snort, and say, “See? You like this.”
“Shut up,” she snarls, so I go inside a little farther until it starts to hurt again.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” I say, pushing farther and farther. I want to see that twinge on her face. That moment when it becomes a little too much. Then I’ll push on, forcing her to realize she’s at my mercy and that she has no control over this. She needs to learn to submit.
“Fuck,” she murmurs when I’m almost in to the base.
“Take it,” I growl, grasping a handful of her hair so I can pull her head back. “Take it like the slut you are.”
I’ve never called her names, but she deserves them for putting me through all this pain. For trying to kill me twice now. And for denying us both the pleasure we deserve so much.
“Don’t fucking call me that,” she hisses.
I start thrusting into her ass and slap it for good measure too. “I’ll call you whatever the fuck I want, cupcake.”
She growls again but doesn’t say another word.
She knows she can’t go against me. Not when I’m the one holding all the reins.
She should just accept what I give her. It’s a small price to pay for the enjoyment.
Besides, she’s a liar if she claims she doesn’t like this. I can tell from her face and the way her lips form an o and her eyes roll into the back of her head whenever I hit that point. Fuck, I love fucking her ass.
I should’ve done this a long time ago and not given a fuck about what she thought, or what anyone else thought, for that matter.
We’ve been too busy with pleasing others instead of ourselves. Well, that’s about to change.
This is my second time taking her body, and I don’t intend for it to be the last. The more I fuck with her, the more I’m beginning to enjoy it. Maybe there’s more to us than fighting and hatred. Maybe there’s more to get here than revenge.
And who said pain and pleasure can’t go hand in hand?
I can give her plenty of both …
I slap her ass again and grasp the ties around her wrists to hold while I fuck her hard. The gun is a few feet away, right in front of her. So close, yet too far to grasp. “Look at that.” I make her lift her head. “Do you see it, Dixie? The gun. Look at it and see your defeat. Look at it and know I’m claiming your ass instead. Look at it and know where you belong.”
I pound into her with everything I have. For years, I fixated on her, tempted by the mere thought of holding her in my arms. And now that I finally have her, I’ll make her see how good it can be with me.
So I start rubbing her again even though she just came. This is the pain I’ll give her. The constant influx of delicious sensations bombarding her. I want her to fall apart again and again until she finally realizes there’s nothing better than this. Nothing.
And then I’ll take it all away again and leave her in pieces.
Just like she did me.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come again,” she says. “Fuck!”
“Such a fucking potty mouth,” I say, circling her clit.
Right as she comes, I stick a finger up her pussy just to feel it, and fuck me, do I love it.
I don’t stop slamming into her ass, burying myself deep inside her while she’s helpless to stop me. Her body has even started moving along with my rhythm, accepting my length in full as if she relishes the feel of me inside her.
And I come so fucking hard I roar while my seed jets into her, filling up both her holes.