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“Keep looking at me,” I tell her, and she nods, thrashing beneath me when I suck one nipple into my mouth. She whimpers again, the sounds she makes vibrating through her tiny body. I move my tongue around the pink, hard peak and suck again, much harder this time. She bucks under me, and fuck, I can smell her arousal already. I bet if I reached down and shoved my fingers into her tight little pussy, they would drip from her cream.

All mine echoes through my mind. No one is getting her but me. I kiss a trail down her stomach and dip my tongue in her bellybutton, and she moans louder, making the cat jump from the couch and scurry into the kitchen. I grin—not long and she’s going to purr too. The soft orange from the lights in the room cast a beautiful glow over her flushed body. All those damn curves, fuck my life, I think, running a hand over my face. After I make sure the asshole who got her into this mess is done for, I’m going to thank him for bringing her into my path. I let my fingers disappear under the waistband of the sweatpants and roll them down her legs. She lets me, and I praise her. “Good girl.”

She flashes me another angry glare, and I love it. I glance at her pussy, and she pushes her legs together. “No,” I growl out roughly, pulling her knees apart. I want to see all of her.

“Please I’m…” she murmurs, looking away from me.

I grab her chin and make her focus on me. “You’re what?” I smile, dragging my eyes up to her flushed face.

“I’m so…” she says, her voice getting stronger, matching the defiant stare in her eyes.

“You can say it, kitten,” I tell her, licking my lips, already imagining what she’ll taste like.

“I’m…” The words get stuck in her throat, and when my gaze zeroes in on those swollen pussy lips, I see what she is talking about, her juices are dripping down her legs.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” I say. I’m doing this to her. She might be my prisoner for now, but she also likes what I’m doing, and I like that even more. She closes her eyes in response.

“Look at me,” I order, digging my hands in her creamy thighs.

“No.” She shakes her head.

“Look at me, Storm.” I raise my voice a little, and she does, her eyes dilating with desire, but there’s also fear there. I recognize the feeling of not being good enough. Of doubting yourself. The sooner she learns to cast this aside the better. “This is mine,” I tell her, running my fingers over the inside of her thighs and holding them up for her to see.

Her cheeks flush and I shake my head before pushing my fingers in my mouth. I moan when her arousal hits my tongue, I’ve never tasted anything this sweet before. I need to keep myself in check, else I’m going to ram inside her until she’s threatening and begging me to stop. Then again, maybe not. Without warning, I turn her on her front, and she makes a plaintive sound as the shirt that was holding her wrists together comes undone.

“Stop, asshole, what are you doing?” She gasps, pushing her ass in the air and against my hard dick. The tip parts her cheeks and she whimpers my name in response. Such a pretty sight.

“Admiring your ass for one,” I tell her, ogling her firm round globes. I can’t wait to watch it turn red. “Spread your legs wider, I want to look at my pussy, and your tight little hole,” I say, kneading her butt roughly.

“No.” She shakes her head. I grab her by the back of the neck and she makes a sound of protest while I pull her up a little by her hair and turn her face toward me. I trace her right temple with my open mouth and run kisses along her skin.

“Don’t defy me, kitten, I won you, remember? You’re mine. You made a deal to do what I want,” I tell her, letting out a long groan and fighting the urge to come. I start to jiggle my finger against her asshole, and she lets out a string of cusswords, making me smile. She’s soaking my finger, and I love every second of it.

“Fuck that, this is wrong,” she spits out, while I tease that puckered hole with my finger again, and she groans, pressing her forehead against the rug. I turn her by her chin and lower my mouth to hers, breathing in her anger and fear—I need it. I run my hands over her waist to her breasts and palm them against my hands, her nipples stabbing my skin.

“Wrong?” I growl. “No, it’s right. I’m going to fuck you like this, watching your tight pussy wrap around my dick while I make you scream,” I tell her, letting go. She moans in protest and starts to struggle while I finger her swollen cunt with my digits, watching her clench for me. I force my hands down her thighs and love the way her body trembles under my touch.

She tries to elbow me in my stomach, but she isn’t strong enough, and I easily overpower her and grab both hands, pushing them above her head.

“Keep them there,” I order, leaving no room for discussion.

“What if I don’t?” she taunts, while I brush her long hair over her left shoulder so I can kiss the other. My lips linger as she shoves backward, and I run my shaft through her spread cheeks.

I slap her ass hard, and she groans in pleasure. Leaning forward, I kiss her spine and each cheek before I lick at the cream running down her legs. She widens them and I kiss the inside of her thigh, breathing in her scent there.

“Summer,” she groans, and heat spreads through my chest. The way she says my name has me dragging a lazy hand over my erection, willing it to come down before I come all over her back.

With the other, I drag the belt from the loops of my pants, securing her hands with it so she can’t move. She pleads with me to stop, and I hesitate for a second when I see tears streaming down her face. Better if she meets the asshole I am sooner than later. I wear all these different masks, so she should know all of them. I slap her ass with the back of my hand, and she swears under her breath.

“Stop, please,” she whimpers, trying to shove me away, but I’m too strong for her.

“No,” I tell her, admiring the redness on her skin. I slap her butt again when she tries to turn, but I sit on the backs of her legs. “Do you know how great your ass looks right now, kitten?” I whisper in her ear.

“Stop,” she pleads when I let my middle finger disappear in her wet cunt. “Your pussy is saying something else.”

She moans when I swirl my finger and rub against her walls. “So tight and wet.” I’m loving how she drips all over my finger. Pulling out, I turn her onto her back again and watch as she fights against her emotions. She hates and loves this at the same time. I push my middle finger in my mouth and close my eyes. “Damn, baby.”

Glancing down, my dick is stabbing painfully against the top of my slacks. I adjust myself but it’s not enough. I open the button and guide the zipper down, sighing with relief. Her chest heaves when I focus on her, her nipples pebbling under my gaze. “You taste amazing.”

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