Page 48 of The Wildflower


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“Stay with me, Flower,” he growls.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it…” I plead and try to inch forward, the reality of my actions finally dawning on me.

“But you did, and that’s okay because now I’m going to show you exactly who you belong to, who holds the power of your pleasure, and just who it is that makes you feel this way.”

I feel his thick cock head at the entrance of my pussy, and I shudder, knowing what’s coming next. Without warning, he snaps his hips forward, entering me in one solid thrust.

“Fuck, I missed this,” he groans into the darkness.

He fucks me at a brutal pace, his balls slapping against my clit at the perfect angle, and all I can do is hold on and let him consume me. My own arousal seeps out around his cock and down my thighs.

“Good girl. Your pussy takes my cock so well. Gripping me nice and tight,” Drew praises, and it only encourages my lust. With one hand, he holds me in place at the hip, his fingers biting into my flesh, while the other trails up my back.

I wonder what he’ll do with it when his thick fingers sink into my hair. Without care, he tugs my head back, the movement making my scalp burn and my eyes water. The injury, still healing, throbs slightly, and I grit my teeth against the pain.

“Drew, oh God.” I start to beg for the impending orgasm that sits on the horizon, close enough for me to taste but still out of reach. My body bows, and I can do nothing but bend at the mercy of his touch.

“Fuck, Bel. Fuck. I wanted to make love to you, but I guess that’s not what either of us needed.” He slams into me, and I swear I feel him in my stomach. “All I want to do is rut deep inside you, filling you with my cum, fucking you until you can’t think of anything but me.”

He fucks me savagely, and I sink deeper and deeper into the sensations. I’m terrified of the darkness he’s clawing out of me, forcing me to acknowledge.

“Mine. You’re mine.”

All I can do is moan in pleasure.

“Say it. Say you’re mine,” Drew demands.

My heart clenches in my chest, and the knot low in my belly unravels.

I’m close, so close.

“If you want to come, then you better tell me who you belong to.” The words are feral and animalistic, and I succumb to the need faster than I’m willing to admit.

“You. It’s you,” I cry.

“Yes, Flower. It’s me. You belong to me, and no one is going to change that, not even you.” I can see the smile on his lips without even turning around and looking.

The hand at my hip slips between our bodies, and then his fingers are on my clit. It takes less than ten seconds for me to explode. Light flashes before my eyes, and my entire body shudders against the cold ground as a moment of pure blessed silence echoes through me.

The grip on my hair is released, and I sag forward with my head hanging low once again.

I’m slowly floating back down to reality when I feel him… there. His thick cock is still inside me, and he’s rock hard, signifying he hasn’t come yet. I’m still loopy from my climax, but I swear I feel his thumb slipping between my ass cheeks.

Hell no. Out of reflex, I jerk forward.

"Nope, you're not going anywhere, Flower. I told you there would be a punishment. The punishment is this. I’m going to take your ass. I'm going to destroy your last virgin hole, forcing you to acknowledge that every part of you now belongs to me.” A desperate darkness in his tone tells me nothing will stop this from happening.

He’s not asking me; he’s telling me, and I don’t know if that’s terrifying or the biggest turn-on ever. Moving slowly, he works his thumb into my ass, fucking the hole with care I didn’t think was possible. It doesn’t take long for me to start mewling like a kitten in heat once he’s got his thumb in my ass and his cock in my pussy.

Once acclimated to the pressure, he adds another finger, stretching me. I whimper at the intrusion and the burn of pain that zings through me as he fucks me slowly with the digits while thrusting his hips forward at the same time, fucking me with both his cock and his fingers.

“Fuck, your ass is perfect, Flower. I wish you could see it. See how pretty it is being owned by me.”

I grit my teeth and curl my nails into the dirt, needing something to anchor against the pleasure-pain combo threatening to rip me to shreds. Tears sting my eyes as a third finger is added to my ass. The muscles resist, trying to push him out.

The pleasure and pain balance is a razor edge, tipping closer to pain at the moment, but little ripples of pleasure zip through my core every time he bottoms out inside me, and I hold on to those as I let him claim me.

“Drew… It hurts…”

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