“I’m going to fuck you now and when you’ve had more than you can take, I’m going to do it all over again, and I won’t let up, no matter how much you beg me to.”
I looked into his eyes and couldn’t see any hint of remorse, only angry lust. The past ten years rushed back to me all at once and it felt like a punch to the gut. How could I ever think to desire him? He threatened my aunt; he tried to take away Willow. I hated him.
“When this is all over –” My voice caught in my throat as he began entering me. I already felt so full. “and you realize the mistake your making, it will be me who makes you beg, and I won’t stop until I bring you to your fucking knees.”
He stopped and stared back at me, his eyes searching mine, before he finally spoke, his voice chilling. “Thank you, Monroe. You almost made this hard for me.”
It felt as if the loud cry I releases came straight from my soul when he slammed into me. Shock and pain, took over my body as he took my virginity. I clutched his shoulders and tried to push him away but he seized my wrists in his fists and locked them against the mattress.
“Fuck,” he groaned. Thankfully, he didn’t move. His body was still on top of mine as we watched me closely.
I shook my head, feverishly. “I can’t –”
“You can and you will. Take me, baby.”
He continued to bury himself deeper and deeper inside me while staring into my eyes and I knew he wanted me to feel his possession and I did. I felt him everywhere. When he began a slow, steady thrust into my body it sent my senses shooting off into space. Pain began to fade and pleasure took over.
When his pace increased, he wrapped my legs around his waist and bit into my neck. The little bite of pain caused me to flood his cock and suddenly his control seemed to snap and he began pounding me into the mattress, driving us both insane.
“Oh God!” I moaned when it became unbearable.
“Do you feel that?” he asked as he destroyed me with deep strokes that took my breath away. “That’s me owning your *, baby. Me. Not God,” he growled.
He lifted his weight off my body and planted his fists by my head and continued his, long, deep, forceful thrusts with powerful hips that pushed me up the bed. The headboard began a steady beat against the wall, threatening to burst straight through it. I began thrashing and flailing around him, fighting not only him but also the sensations he was creating within me.
“It’s too much,” I cried.
“No.” He reared up, bringing me with him until he was sitting on his haunches and I was in his lap. “It’s not enough,” he groaned against my neck.
Our new position buried his cock so much deeper inside my walls that I felt like I would suffocate. His lips took control of mine in a tangle of tongue and teeth and passion.
I was lost.
So lost in his potent kiss that I wasn’t prepared for when he gripped my hips and rammed his cock up into me, stealing away my breath and inhibitions.
I screamed.
I screamed for so long that my screams were no longer that. They became hoarse whimpers that barely made a sound. The sweat and heat of his body mingled with mine and I felt drunk.
“Please,” I finally whispered. He continued to thrust into me with a grind that added a friction I couldn’t get enough of.
“Tell me, Monroe. What do you need?”
“I need…I need to come.”
“You think you deserve to come?” He kissed the top of my breasts, taking small bites into the heavy mounds pressed hard against his chest. He was back in control now that I had become unhinged. I know what he wanted.
“Only if you want me to.”
The lust and hunger that raged within the depth of his eyes frightened and turned me on. “Ask me properly,” he ordered and deepened his thrusts.
“Please make me come.”