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“The minute I touch you, your eyes go wide and innocent, your mouth parts, your breathing slows. I could do whatever I wanted to you and you’d let me.”
He’s not wrong. A sick part of me loves when he manhandles me and makes me do what he wants. The lack of control is so foreign to me but weirdly it’s a relief to be able to let go in this one area of my life.
“I want you to ride me.” He whispers against my skin, his face buried in my neck.
His words make me clench around his fingers in anticipation. He hisses sharply against my throat before pulling them out. I hear the crinkle of a wrapper and watch with something akin to awe as he takes the condom and sheathes it on his hard cock.
Grabbing me by my hips, he positions me above him. Placing a hand on his shoulder, I lower myself slowly on him, relishing the way my body stretches to accommodate him. My body is sore from the rough way he took me last night, but the burn feels excruciatingly good.
Rogue gaze is fixed on where our bodies are joined, his eyes enraptured with what he’s seeing as I take all of him. He’s so deep inside me in this position, I don’t know how I’m ever going to get him out. I let out a shaky breath as I sit on him, my walls stretched around his entire length.
He collars my neck, his voice throaty as he commands me. “Ride me.”
Slowly, using his shoulders for leverage, I lift my hips until only the tip is inside me and then drop back down at a quicker pace. A tortured groan leaves Rogue lips as I repeat the motion a few times, setting a steady pace.
His head is thrown back on the couch behind him, his throat exposed and his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows thickly. His eyes are closed and yet rapture is clearly evident on his face. I’m locked in on his every expression, his every facial tic as I pick up the pace, truly riding him now.
His eyes open slowly and they’re liquid lust fixed on me, cutting my breath short. I inadvertently clench, my muscles squeezing around his cock.
A sharp hiss sounds through his teeth. “Don’t fucking do that.”
“This?” I ask, clenching around him again.
Keeping us connected, he flips us so that I’m on my back on the couch as he hovers domineeringly above me.
“If you want to play, we can play. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He threatens darkly.
He pins my arms above my head by the wrists with one hand, using the other to position my legs. One over the crook of his bent elbow, the other on his shoulder. The stretch is almost painful, the bite delicious. He powers into me viciously, over and over again.
“I’m going to fuck the disobedience out of you.”
The noises we’re making are obscene. Skin slaps against skin, moaning echoes in the room, and the sound of my wetness as he thrusts into me is downright pornographic.
“Oh God, oh God.” I chant.
“Not God, me.”
“Yes, Rogue.” I moan brokenly, incapable of coherent thought. He’s driving into me at such a furious pace, I’m afraid he might break me. I’m trying to hold on but I feel the wave of my orgasm crest through me. Every muscle in my body tenses as my walls spasm around Rogue, milking every drop of cum from his cock.
Rogue comes with a rough shudder before falling to the floor below the couch, completely spent.
“You good?” I call out from my position above him.
He grunts roughly. “I think you broke my dick.”
“Shut up.” I say with a laugh.
“Swear to you.” He replies, his tone a mix of teasing and seductively gravelly, even now. He gets up, disposing of the used condom in a nearby trash bin as he speaks. “Your cunt’s lethal around my cock. It should be illegal to have such a tight pussy.”
I blush to the roots of my hair at his words. He’s so crass when he talks about me.
So why is my skin heating at the way he’s now looking at me, ownership clear in his gaze as he takes me in still sprawled naked on the couch?
Self consciousness hits me and I grab my clothes, trying to get them on as I ramble anxiously.
“You have to stop ripping my clothes up.” I say, picking up my torn pair of leggings. “You know I’m here on scholarship, right? I don’t have an endless supply of new outfits like your other hookups.” I add the last part carelessly. It’s out before I can stop it, and I can’t take it back.
“I’ll buy you clothes.”
