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His answer, and the image his husky words place in my mind, sends a shiver rushing through me.
"Which one has me coming the hardest and quickest?"
God, his smile is downright sinful as he replies. "Being a whore."
Another moment before I whisper, "Whore it is."
"Good."
He thrusts forward, every inch of him entering me all at once. What starts as a hiss from the pain of him filling me, stretching me, so completely, turns into a moan when that pain mixes with pleasure. My pussy spasms around him, both from trying to adjust to him and wanting more. He arches his hips, somehow sliding deeper into me, and my hands fly to his shoulders. I hold on to him while also pulling him closer, hoping he doesn't notice the way my body is trembling.
Don't hide from me.His words run through my mind. Surely if he wants my sounds, he wants my reactions. My quivers, my nails running down his back, my legs clutching him closer to me. And something tells me he will get all of that and more out of me. Easily.
Just the thought of it makes my pussy tighten around him. He gives a long, breathy groan, and I lean up to kiss his neck, savoring the shiver that races through him at my touch. Loving that I can feel his pulse beating so quickly under my lips. But then he's pulling away, my hands forced to leave his shoulders as he sits up, his hands going to my thighs to widen them even more.
"Now hold on."
Before I can even fully understand what he means, he pulls out and slams back into me. My hands scramble for purchase, going to the headboard, grabbing onto the poles and gripping them tight as he drives into me again and again. My gasps, the sounds of our bodies meeting, and Law's groans fill the room.
With each thrust, he drives me closer to the edge, his cock hitting all the right spots, all the right nerves, making it hard to even breath with how much my body needs to reach the bliss each stroke from Law promises. Then he's arching my body up, the new angle causing my eyes to fly wide. But then they're drifting closed just as quickly, preparing for the orgasm I feel myself hurdling toward now.
"Keep them open," Law demands. "I want you to be looking at me when I make you come."
And it's only a few more thrusts before I'm staring into his eyes as I spasm around him, as my mouth drops open with a shuddering breath, then stays open with my needy cry for more. Beyond the bliss filling me, or maybe because of it, I can feeleverything. His cock deep inside me, giving short, quick thrusts, making sure this orgasm lasts long and strong. His hands gripping my thighs so tightly, I'm sure the marks will be there for days after this. And those thighs quivering in his hold, as shaky as the moans he's dragging out of me.
And then his eyes. God, those fucking half-lidded eyes, watching me so intently, moving over my face, taking in everything. And in that gray, I find desire, lust, need. Then his eyes break our stare, move down my body, and the look changes. Oh, the desire, lust, and need are still there, burning there, but there's something else there too now. As he watches me beneath him, writhing on his cock, he looks at my body like it's the most beautiful thing, like he never wants to leave it.
His eyes go lower and lower, until they finally settle where he begins watching himself slide in and out of me; his strokes are slower, longer now. But each time he brings us as close as possible, bottoming out inside me, he grinds his body against my swollen clit. The tension building, coiling there makes my body begin to reach for another orgasm, even though it's barely out of the throes of the last one.
My eyes begin fluttering closed again, the feeling overwhelming, my mind in disbelief at the pleasure flooding me to the point that I'm beginning to wonder if it will overtake me. I don't think I would mind if it did, though.
"Didn't I tell you to keep those beautiful eyes open?" His deep, rumbling voice asks me.
My eyes are fully open now, and I'm sure there's a pleading look in them because he's completely stopped moving. And I need him to move. Desperately.
He slides out of me, and a treacherous whimper escapes me. He smirks at the sound of it.
"Turn around. Ass in the air," he demands.
A thrill rushes through me as I rush to do as he's said. The moment I'm on my hands and knees, Law is bending over me, covering me, his front pressed to my back, his mouth at my ear. His hands come to mine, gripping them, the power in them making my breath hitch. I've never felt so trapped... and never felt so turned on as I do in this moment. His weight on me, anxiously awaiting what he's going to say, my body begging for him to slide his cock into me again.
"You're a whore, aren't you?" he asks gruffly, the tip of his cock nudging my clit. "Your body is mine. When I tell you to do something, you do it. If I want your eyes open, they stay open. If I want your thighs wider..." He puts his thighs between my own, using his to push mine farther apart. "You widen them. If I want you to take every single bit of me..." I feel his hand slip between us, then his cock is at my opening. "Then you'll take all of me like a good whore."
I moan as he fills me, slowly this time. His breathy sigh near my ear comes just as his hips meet my ass.
"And if I want you to arch your back so I can get deeper inside you, what are you gonna do?"
I arch my back as much as I fucking can and get a dark chuckle from him. "There we go."
His weight lifts off of me, leaving me feeling cold for just a moment, just until he's sliding out of me and my thoughts are entirely on the feeling of him stretching me. He drives into me, hands gripping my hips to make sure I meet his every thrust. The bite from how hard his fingers dig into my skin only makes me moan louder. Then those hands move, one going to my shoulder, the other fisting my hair, pulling hard on it, making my back arch even more.
"Yes. Give it to me," Law groans. "Make me come in your tight pussy. Take it from me."
I come back harder on him, our bodies now slamming into each other's, his hold on my hair downright painful, the strands pulling at my scalp. I love it, and it scares me how much I love it. And scares me that I only want more. And then my mouth is voicing my thoughts without me even giving it permission to.
"More," I plead.
"Beg for it, then," Law says, pulling on my hair until I’m sitting straight up, his mouth at my ear again so I can hear him whisper, "Beg for what you need from my cock."
