“I give orders around here, not you.”
Our mouths are inches apart, nearly brushing, as I say the words. I teeter on a precipice, dangerously close to crossing the line between anger and lust, and I’m not sure which is winning.
I don’t know which I want to win.
“Let. Me. Go.” Eva bites out each word, but her hands bunch into my sweat-soaked T-shirt, pulling me closer even as her words try to push me away.
“I’m not letting you go anywhere.”
My voice is a throaty, rumbling growl, and I realize it’s not a threat. I want her to stay. My body screams to know what she feels like, to claim her body as my own as she gives it to me.
My breath is coming in shallow gasps now, the anger exploding into desire and need so bright it might consume me.
She has one last chance to push me away, to tell me to go to hell and walk out of this room before I can’t control myself anymore. I pull away slightly, giving her the room, the opening.
She doesn’t move, and I can see the fire burning in her eyes. That’s all the invitation I need.
Our mouths crash together, kisses full-mouthed, messy, frantic, our hands grasping, exploring, demanding.
Eva pushes into me, grinding against my rock-hard dick. My growl is so low it’s more felt than heard, and I shove her back against the wall.
Instead of snapping out of it and realizing what’s happening, instead of showing fear, Eva shoves me back before fisting her hands deeper into my shirt and rising to her toes to devour my mouth, her tongue raking against my teeth.
I take just enough time to haul my shirt over my head and strip off her sweater and bra before I’m on her again. Her breasts are perfect, round, and pert, big enough to fill my hands without spilling over. My tongue laps at the stiff peaks of her nipples until she lets out her first moan, then shudders as I brush my thumb against the other nipple, her heart pounding beneath my palm.
That’s what I want. That’s the image I’ve had running through my mind since Eva arrived. I imagined her squirming under me, entirely lost to my power and the pleasure I’m giving her.
My hand finds the crotch of her leggings, and she gasps as my finger runs over the mound hidden within the thin fabric. I drag the stretchy fabric down and plunge my hand into her panties, parting the soft curls to feel her warm, wet folds.
“Oh.” Eva’s mouth rounds, kisses forgotten, and her eyes close as I slip first one finger, then two inside her dripping pussy. The way her head rolls back, the way she presses herself against me, squirming deliciously, makes my breath hitch.
I work her fast and hard, too raw and too drunk on what I feel to be softer or slower. But Eva doesn’t mind, her breath coming in sharp gasps and moans that soon become loud, impassioned cries.
She surges and cries out, her back arching away from the wall, her pussy swelling and pulsing around my fingers.
Eva breathes heavily as the waves of orgasm wash over her, her eyes half-lidded as she stares at me.
“Well,” she purrs, trying to move away from the wall, “that was…”
“I’m not done with you yet.”
Before she can say anything else, I’ve shoved her panties down, and I’m working on my joggers. I half expect Eva to push me away again, but instead, she helps me with my underwear, her hand grasping my straining cock with such force the air leaves my lungs.
“Don’t,” I snarl, gripping her wrist. “I didn’t give you permission to do that yet.”
Pain flashes across her face as my fingers dig into the tendons in her wrist, but so does defiance as I force her hand away, trapping both her wrists above her head.
Even if she doesn’t say it, her eyes dare me to do it. Beg me to do it. I can feel her quivering against me, and it isn’t fear.
Eva cries out as I plunge into her, her pussy ready and so wet I slide easily in and out. I’m not gentle or slow, but her gasps and loud moans egg me on, driving excitement through my veins I haven’t felt in a long time.
I’m aware I’m pounding out my anger into her, but I’m finally living out the fantasies about her that have driven me to distraction. Maybe now I can get her out of my system and focus on more important things again.
Eva is getting close, swelling around me again. She bucks her hips, meeting my thrusts, crying out with each plunge, but I’m not ready for her to finish yet.
I hook her by the waist, drop her to the weight bench, wrenching her around so her stomach is over the bench, and plunge in again. It’s all I can do to hold off my orgasm as I watch her face in the mirror, wild with the sensations of being taken from behind.
Eva’s eyes are lit from within as I flip her over again, still unwilling to give her the release she desires.
