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For making me feel at all.
I want to make her pay. I want to make her beg for me, I want to leave my handprint on her ass. I slip my hand up the back of her head, pulling her close to press my mouth against hers in a hard, punishing kiss that will leave her lips feeling bruised.
So she remembers.
I hitch up her nightgown. Grab the elastic band of her panties, tug them down, hard and fast. I push two fingers into her, knowing she’ll already be wet from my kiss. She’s easy like that. I thrust my fingers roughly inside her, making her gasp.
She reaches for my shoulders, grabbing them, digging her fingernails into my flesh as she does. That’ll leave a mark for sure. She wants to be rough too? I’m surprised to find her lips hard and punishing on mine, taking out her own frustrations with her kisses.
Her roughness only serves to make my cock harder, and I bury it between her spread legs. I try to grab her wrists, to pin her arms over her head, to take her out of control while I fuck her. She quickly slips them from my reach.
She scoots away, grabbing the scrunchie I earlier pulled from her hair. She looks at me, anger flashing in her pretty eyes. "I'm the one who’s going to be binding your wrists this time.”
She takes me off guard. She’s never like this during sex. She’s soft and sweet.
Now, she’s powerful and in control. She pushes me down on my back and wraps the hair tie around my wrists twice. The band is tight, digging into my flesh. I love the pain. She moves my arms over my head, my hands bound together.
“Leave them there. Don’t touch me. Or I stop.” She climbs over me, a knee on either side of my hips. She hovers above me, raking manicured fingernails down my chest, making me curl up at the sensation. “Now you beg, for once.”
I echo her own words back at her. “I’ll never beg.”
“Then I won’t touch you.” She centers the opening of her pussy right over the head of my erect cock, hovering, teasing.
Turning me on and angering me all at once.
“I don’t beg.” I rip the hair tie from my wrists.
I grab her hips, flipping her over on the bed. Now she’s on her back. I grab her upper arms, pinning them to the bed on either side of her. I stare into her wide, surprised eyes.
“You’re so sexy when you try to be in control.” I lean down to nip her full, bottom lip. “But I’m going to fuck that sassy attitude right out of you.”
I slam my cock into her. Her head falls back, her mouth agape, her eyes widening. She gives a deep, guttural moan and I pull back and I fuck her again. I’m so turned on by anger and heat and pinning her down after her momentary attempt at control.
I won’t last long. Hopefully, she’s just as ready. I pull out of her so I can flip her over.
I grab her hips, pulling her up on her hands and knees just like I did on the jet the first time I fucked her. “You love it when I fuck you from behind, don’t you? You love it rough.”
She whines in reply. I take the sound as a yes, slamming into her again. She gives a moan, folding in half, her upper body collapsing to the mattress while her ass is still high in the air. I reach around, fondling her breasts as I dive so deep my balls hit the soft flesh of the curve of her ass.
I wrap one arm under her waist, tugging her up and into me.
Her next words surprise me. “You think you’re in control,” she says. “But you’re not.”
“You sure about that?” I grab her hair, tugging it hard.
She gives a happy gasp, loving every rough touch. “Yes,” she breathes. “I am.”
I slap her ass, hard. She gives a little cry. “How so?”
She looks over her shoulder. “Because if I say no, I know you’ll stop.” Her lips curl up in a wicked smile I’ve never seen from her before.
I pause, letting go of her hair, planting my hands on her hips. I pull her into me and hold her there. “You’re right. But that doesn’t mean I can’t make you beg. Which means I’m the one in control.”
She gives a dark laugh, clearly still frustrated by our earlier conversation. “Just fuck me already.”
“Fine.” I give in, needing release too badly to play games any longer. “But it’s going to be rough.”
“Good,” she pants. “I need it. We both do.”
