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She whimpered against my grip, and I tightened it, feeling her throat move under my palm. Her shoulders shook, but she didn’t move her hands from behind her back and opened her mouth wide like a good little whore.

“Good girl.”

This wasn’t the time forslowly,and I didn’t know if I’d be able to contain myself even if she were expecting that sort of treatment. She was as responsive as I’d known she’d be, and when I held her head still and slid my cock into her waiting mouth, she groaned around my length, sending vibrations through me.

“Keep that mouth open, pussycat,” I muttered, and winding my fingers through her hair, I began to fuck her mouth. It was messy, she was drooling, but she kept her tongue out and mouth open like a fucking good girl. When I pressed in deep and held my cock there, she whimpered against me, her nose buried in my pubic hair. Pulling her back, she gasped, and I was impressed she had kept her hands behind her back and not gripped my thighs or tried to push me away.

Cara’s eyes flashed with lust, and a low growl rumbled through my throat.

She fucking loves it.

When I did it again, she held my eye contact, even as her eyes started to water. This wasn’t bringing me close as I wasn’t moving, but it wasn’t about that. The power of holding her there, knowing she was submitting entirely to me, knowing I was in charge of when she breathed freely next, sent electricity pulsing through me. I couldn’t keep from growling as I fucked her mouth, loud and animalistic as I took her.

Fuck.

Unable to wait longer, I pulled her to her feet, steadying her when she stumbled slightly from the roughness and speed of being pulled upright. Cara giggled when she fell back against me, and that turned into another squeal when I wound my fingers around her throat, slamming her back against my chest and grinding my erect length against her ass.

“You love it, don’t you?” I whispered in her ear, and when she simply moaned but didn’t answer, I sunk my teeth into her neck again. She was going to be marked tomorrow. “Tell me you love it.”

“I love it, sir.”

A shudder ran down my spine at her tone, heavy with lust and arousal. I hadn’t told her to call mesir, but she had done it anyway. Fuck, she was something else. “Get on the fucking bed. Bend over.”

Letting her throat go, I shoved her forward, and she stumbled before obeying my command, presenting me with her perfectly curved ass and pussy, dripping wet and waiting for me. Cara moaned deep and long as I penetrated her in one smooth motion. She was gripping me so perfectly, I grabbed her shoulders as I pushed through the final bit of resistance until I was fully sheathed within her.

“You’re going to come for me,” I muttered as I wrapped an arm around her, finding her clit with my fingers and rubbing it in small, tight circles. “You’re going to come around my cock.”

“Yes…” she whispered, grinding her hips against me as I rubbed her clit, thrusting slow and deep into her and coating my cock in her juices.

She was already so close, and her squeaks and cries as she neared her peak were ecstasy. I needed her to come, to tighten around me so I could destroy her in chase of my own high. It was never enough, each orgasm only driving me toward the next. These were forbidden delights, earthly pleasures which angels weren’t supposed to partake in.

But I had broken the ultimate rule and cared about none of the others now.

She was mine to use and enjoy.

By the time she came, I was already thrusting hard into her, her pussy tightening as I jerked within her, forcing her to open as she clamped around me. When she sighed with satisfaction, I withdrew my hand and gripped her hips, angling her ass so she was completely at my mercy and I could get in deep.

When I began thrusting harder, she cried out each time I was completely inside her, but I no longer cared about her comfort, although the way her cunt flushed with warmth with every thrust told me comfort wasn’t an issue for the little whore. I focused only on the feeling building within me, that taste of heaven I could only reach through the act of carnal desires. Why God would hide this level of pleasure in an act we were not supposed to do, in an act most humans still felt taboo, ashamed of their own desires and passions, I wasn’t sure. Some sick irony, perhaps. But between her legs was heaven, and as she twitched, pushing back to me when I thought she’d try to move away, my fingers dug into her hips.

“Emrick!” she cried out as I leaned forward, hitting a new spot and creating a new sensation within her, and her moans jerked off into screams when I sunk my teeth into her shoulder, holding her still while I fucked her. Her skin was so delicate, so fragile, and I loved the feel of it in my mouth and between my teeth. She lifted a hand then in what I’m sure was an attempt to fight me off, but when she found my thigh and gripped it with her nails, the pain only added to my pleasure.

“Let me,” I mumbled against her skin as I dragged my teeth across her back. “Let me.”

She cried out again when I bit into her other shoulder, and I mumbledfuckagainst her skin as she clamped around me. I was close, so close to that moment I chased, the drawn-out pleasure almost made me forget my anger and centered me completely.

With a loud groan, I came inside her, my teeth cutting into her as I continued pumping for a few more strokes before pulling out. Cara collapsed on the bed, her back dotted with blood from my teeth, and her pussy dripping with our cum. She was whimpering slightly, her leg twitching intermittently.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I ran my fingers through my hair.

I’d be ready to go again soon.

But first.

Cara moaned when I leaned across the bed, grabbed her legs, and dragged her toward me.

“Come now, pussycat… you didn’t think we’d be done so soon?”

“Emrick…” she whispered, trailing off into nothing as I pulled her stomach down over my lap.

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