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It only turns me on more. My cock grows even harder, painfully so. I test this by letting go my hold on her wrists. She immediately launches her next attack. The fight in her is impressive. She refuses to give up. This fury of hers has been bottled inside for a long time.
Our battle of wills intensifies.
Falynn spares nothing. She punches, claws, shoves, wrestles with every ounce of strength she has. It becomes some kind of twisted foreplay between us. Her attempting to escape my clutches and me pinning her over and over. Always the asshole, I just have to rub it in.
I kiss her where I can. Grope her breasts and fondle her pussy. I rip off her panties. Let her draw more blood out of me. We probably sound like maniacs as we grunt and growl and fight.
“You like this,” I taunt, capturing her lips. I bring us up, lifting her with no effort, forcing her legs around me. I want her on top. She’ll have an advantage. If she can escape my hold, she wins. If she can’t, I’ll fuck her into submission.
Makeher fuck herself with my cock. Just so she knows even when there’s an illusion of control, there is none. It doesn’t exist.
Not for her. I’m in control, and always will be.
The idea makes me groan. No longer able to go another second without being entrenched in the depths of her pussy, I grab hold of her hips and slam her down on my cock. Her nails bite into my wide shoulders and she gusts out a shocked gasp at how deep I go. I give no relief. I hold her like this, buried to the hilt inside her.
She feels just as heavenly as the first time.
Slick and tight, wet and hot, pulsating and silky. Her pussy squeezes my cock, hatred in her eyes as she glares at me.
It’s true. She really does fucking hate me.
But she loves when I fuck her even more.
The flush of her dewy, golden-brown skin tells me all I need to know. She’s surrendering to the lust that’s begun coursing through her. As much as she doesn’t want to admit it, she wants this just as much as I do.
I lift her up and slam her down again, forcing her to take every thick inch of me. We develop a rhythm that’s fast and violent. Our bodies meet in between, a raw collision where I thrust up into her and she crashes down on me.
Wild grunting noises fill the bedroom. Two ferocious animals in the heat of battle—or rough, passionate sex, loud enough for the rest of the villa to overhear.
Falynn never stops clawing at me—any patch of skin she can access—she marks me up, drawing red, bloody lines across my chest and down my back. The sharp pain feels good as I jam my fat cock into her tight, throbbing pussy.
A punishment for both of us.
My hand clenches around her throat like a collar and I watch dark lust flicker across her beautiful face. It burns in her normally soft brown eyes. She’s giving in to it.
Submission overtakes her just as powerfully as her orgasm builds.
I flip her over like nothing and pound into her so hard from behind, I practically bounce off her. But I don’t slow down as she grunts and grips the bedsheets. Instead, I wrap my arms around her hips, hugging her closer to me so she can’t get away, punishing her all over again with more brutal thrusts.
I can tell she’s almost about to cry out. Maybe in pleasure. Maybe in pain. Perhaps both.
I’m no better than some mindless animal in this moment, incapable of foresight to think or care how this will affect us later. The more I force my way into her, the tighter I squeeze her body against mine, groping her breasts and biting her shoulder. She writhes and grinds back against me, her fat ass so soft and supple, slick with perspiration.
Our bodies are on fire. We burn together.
I’m close to coming. She beats me to it seconds before. I can always tell by the way her pussy pulsates. Her walls spasm around my cock and a deep tremor rocks through her body. She loses her breath and any strength she has left.
When I come, I hold her body to mine. She has no choice but to stay still against my equally still body—only our hearts pounding in our chests—and feel my liquid warmth pour into her.
Once upon a time, when we were fresh to our love and relationship, Falynn used to enjoy when I came in her. She said it was one of her favorite parts. She liked to watch as I lost control. Normally so cold and calculated, I was the opposite in these moments. I gave in to the heaven that was her pussy. I usually grunted and my muscles strained. My cock twitched and balls emptied. A man as powerful as me, completely weak in those few seconds of pleasure.
It would probably be the easiest time to kill me—buried deep in Falynn’s pussy, lost in pleasure as I came. Any enemy could sneak up and kill me then and there, and I’d probably be too slow, too drunk to care or react.
But now, me coming in her makes her hate me more. I can feel it in the tension of her body. Another sign of how much things have changed.
“We are bonded for life, Honey,” I whisper, kissing her behind her ear. “’Til death, we vowed.”
I extract myself from her, quickly moving on to the closet and bathroom to shower and dress for the long, murderous next few days.
