I grabbed his hair again, holding it tight as he kept fucking me hard. I couldn’t believe the strength in his arms as he held me there, his cock thrusting hard inside me. Pleasure blew through me, filling my every inch as his cock continued pushing hard into my soaked pussy.
“Fuck me harder,” I moaned.
He responded by thrusting deep and rough. “You like that?”
“Fuck me, you bastard.”
He laughed and fucked me harder, rougher, his cock thrusting deep into me. I was still so angry, but I wanted him, his cock fucking me deep and rough. The anger mixed with the pleasure was driving me wild, and all I wanted was for him to fuck me rough and hard.
He stepped back, lifting me up and setting me back down on my feet. I gasped as he pulled me around, pushing me toward his desk. He bent me over the desk, spreading my legs wide. He slapped my ass hard as I pressed my face down, gripping the side of his desk.
“That’s what I fucking like,” he said, grabbing my hips. “This fucking soaked pussy ready for me.”
He thrust himself deep inside me. My soaked pussy took him easily, and I moaned as he slapped my ass again, harder.
“Come on, asshole,” I moaned. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
He began to thrust into me, fucking me with a savage strength that drove me insane.
“I love when you’re wild,” he said. “Your fucking pussy drives me crazy. I’ll be nice and fucking rough on you girl.”
He slapped my ass again, his hard body thrusting deep between me, filling me up with his thick cock. I took every inch of him, moaning wildly, pleasure moving blindly through me.
Any thoughts outside of him were completely gone. I wanted only his rough hands to slap my smooth ass, his thick cock to thrust deep inside me. I worked my hips back, taking him more, wanting more and more. He pulled my hair and whispered in my ear.
“This cunt is mine,” he said. “Your body is fucking mine. I’m going to let you come, but only after I fuck you raw.”
He thrust harder, deeper. I took him and moaned, needing it, as he slapped my ass again. That bastard, that asshole. He was so gloriously sexy and his cock felt so incredible, but I hated him, but I wanted him so badly. He fucked me harder, rougher, and I backed my ass up, taking his thick cock.
“Vince,” I moaned. “Oh fuck, Vince. You bastard. I’m so close.”
He held my hair, pulling me back toward him, and fucked me savagely, like an animal. Our bodies were sweating and moving together in an intense rhythm, and I couldn’t think, not one bit.
“Go ahead,” he said. “Come for me, girl.”
“Oh keep going,” I moaned. “Vince, fuck me, Vince.”
I felt the orgasm hit me just then. He slapped my ass as the orgasm rolled through my body, the slight pain making the pleasure so much more intense. It rolled through my body like a hurricane, and I just kept saying his name, over and over, loudly and deeply. He fucked me harder, rocking his hips against me, his hands holding on to my hips.
I took his cock and felt him stiffen behind me, grunting. I knew he was coming deep inside my pussy, coming because he couldn’t help himself. My pussy made him wild, as wild as his cock made me.
Slowly our orgasms passed, and he stepped back, panting. I rolled over and stared at him, my mouth hanging open.
That had been so intense. One second I’d hated him, and the next I’d wanted him to fuck me harder and harder.
He grinned. “Still think I’m a bastard?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “But a bastard with a great cock.”
He laughed. “I’ll take it.”
I shook my head. I was still angry at him, but much less so. I quickly got dressed again, trying to get myself together.
He tossed the condom in a trash can and just watched me, smirking.
“You can act all you want,” he said finally, once I was dressed, “but we both know what you want.”
“I don’t want anything from you.”
He grinned larger. “Yeah, you do. You can’t help yourself. Even when you’re angry, you want this fucking cock.”
I shook my head. “Just a stress relief.”
I started to walk by him, but he grabbed my hips and pulled my back against him. He pressed his lips against my ear.
“Don’t keep lying to yourself, girl,” he said. “You can’t get me out of your head.”
“Asshole,” I said, and pushed away from him.
He slapped my ass as I walked away, laughing.
I quickly went to the door, pulled it open, and got out of there.
As much as I hated to admit it to myself, he was right. God, he was so right, and I hated it.
I couldn’t get him out of my head. No matter what happened, I wanted him, his thick cock, his arrogant smile.
He drove me totally crazy, and I loved it.
I walked down the hall, finally going to find Alexei.
28
Vince
The girl wanted me to back down from her family, but she didn’t really understand what that meant.
Even if I decided to stop fighting in the war, the other captains wouldn’t. I didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. Nothing I did could prevent further bloodshed.