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His cock is against my ass, lips at my ear, fingers flexing in my hair. All I want to do is grind on him. The need is overwhelming, making it easy to have the distressed note in my voice when I cry out.
"Please don't do this."
"Do what?" There's a teasing tone to his words. "What don't you want me to do? Say it?"
"Rape... me."
He licks the shell of my ear. "Is it really rape when you're begging for it, pretty girl?"
And with that, he tosses me onto the bed. I scramble to get off as he gets on, but his hands are quick to grab on to my hips, making it impossible to move any farther. We struggle with each other, my hair whipping around my face as I fight to stop him from moving me on top of him, slapping his face, pushing his chest, trying to tighten my thighs as he works to situate me. And all the while, he takes the hits, snickering at my attempts, moving me little by little until I end up right where he intended, straddling him, his cock pressing against my pussy. His hands capture my wrists, stopping me from hitting him, and he arches up into me. Nothing, no amount of effort, could have stopped the low, deep moan that escapes me.
"Nothing but a filthy whore," he taunts me.
"I would never be a whore for you."
He sits up so quickly, I jerk back in surprise, but his hands are quick to move to my back, stopping my escape from him. "You'll be whatever the fuck I tell you to. I was going to just fuck you, take what I wanted from this tight little body and go, but you wanted to run from me, right? Right?" he barks when I don't answer him.
"Yes," I cry out.
He hums, running the edge of his teeth along my neck. I shiver, and the look in his eyes when they meet mine again tells me he noticed. "I told you not to run or you'd pay for it, so now you're gonna fucking work for me to get off inside of you. You're gonna ride me, like the whore you are. If you stop before my cum is filling you, I'll flip you over and fuck your ass until it bleeds."
God, what kind of person am I that that image turns me on. Makes me want to push him just to see if he'll actually do it. He will. I know he will. And that's a part of what turns me on most. That he can hurt me and please me at the same time.
"What are you waiting for?" he asks as he drops back down to the pillows, hands going back to my hips, flexing there, urging me on.
Swallowing, I rise up to reach between our bodies. When my hand slides over his pubic area, I can feel my wetness there, all over him, warm, slick. It's on his cock too and coats my hand as I wrap it around him. I position him at my opening and begin to lower.
His eyes become half-lidded as I slide down on him. That stretch that I love so much makes me hiss, giving me sparks of pain until I'm seated on him. We've never done this before, me on top, looking down at him. Doesn't this mean I have the power now? Me controlling him for once? As if he can hear my thoughts, his eyes narrow at me, his nostrils flare, and his hands become bruising on my hips a second before he's using his grip to force me to rise.
I gasp as he makes me come down on him, my hands flying to his chest for something to hold on to. He does it again, arches up into me, making me take every single bit of him, making my nerves flare with pleasure, already taking me right back to wherehe just had me on the floor with his fingers. No, this is more. I can feel it. While the last orgasm made me fall apart, this one will break me to pieces. And I'm ready to be shattered by him.
I barely have time to circle my hips, to move on him before he’s making me rise again. Before he's driving into me again. I was such a fool to wonder, for even a second, if I was the one in control right now. He's proving to me how wrong I was to even think it. I can do nothing but hold on to him, moan and give broken cries as he fucks me. My nails dig into his skin, leaving red scores across the tattoos on his chest, but he only hisses, and I don't really know if it's from the pain of my nails or the pleasure of his cock sliding in and out of me. Maybe both. It usually is for me.
The pleasure mounts and mounts, building, rising, until I'm arching, searching for it, begging for it. My breasts are in his face, my head thrown back, breaths leaving me in pants as my eyes close, ready to be taken to ecstasy. Then his lips are on my breast, and I scream out, not in pleasure, but pain, as he bites down on my skin. I look at him and he glares at me.
"Who the fuck told you your eyes could close?" he asks gruffly. "When you come, you look me in the eyes so I can see just how much of a slut you are."
"I'm not a slut," I pant.
He grabs my hair, bringing me forward until my face is inches from his. I whimper, but it's not from the pain but because he's stopped fucking me. I need him to start again.
"You are whatever I tell you you are," he hisses. "My whore. My slut. My body to do whatever the fuck I want with. All of this." He arches into me, and I sharply gasp. "Is mine. I'll call you what I want, fuck you how I want, fill whatever hole I want. Do you fucking understand me?"
I quickly nod as much as I can in his grip.
"Now fucking ride me. I'm not doing a fucking thing anymore." His hands release me, and I sit up as he says, "Make me come or you'll fucking feel my disappointment in you."
I put my hands on the headboard and rise. His tongue instantly peeks out to lick his lips. God, I shouldn't be wishing he would kiss me right now. I turn my mind away from it, focusing only on the pleasure I'm chasing. Sliding down on him, I arch my back, rolling my hips to take him deeper before I rise again. I go faster and faster, gripping the headboard, but wishing my hands were on him.
I try my best to muffle my moans, not wanting to give them to him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but they come nonetheless, ripping from my throat without my permission. His cock is so deep inside me like this, hitting all the right spots, creating a deep ache in me while giving me an unbearable tension that I need relieved right now. I slam down and grind, rubbing my clit on him. A shuddering breath leaves me at the feeling, at almost, almost being where I need to be to have that feeling of falling into the greatest abyss one more time.
"That's right. Fuck yourself on me. Take my cum from my cock," he grunts.
But I just need one more thing to come. I know how to get it.
"I don't want your filthy cum in me," I spit.
He shoots up, hand going to my throat like I desperately need it to. I can't rise anymore, only continue grinding on him. But he arches up into me anyway.
