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“Stop shutting me off Olivia, open up and take it beautiful. Your creamy pussy takes such a good beating, doesn’t she?” Colin growled.
Imagining her teeth bared yesterday as she threatened the judge, he thrust harder. He yanked her butt cheeks apart, spreading her mercilessly. He’d never tolerate her looking at him like that. The thought made him absolutely feral.
“Oh God!” Olivia complained, arching her back and lowering the rest of the way to the floor, the side of her face and her breasts pressed into the tile as he circled his hips on a deep grind, giving her several hard thrusts slightly to the right, brushing her cervix making her scream.
A thrill raced through him at the sound and he repeated the movement, observing the muscles on her back stand out in sharp relief as she tightened up. He grabbed her hair and snatched her up, arching her neck back.
The water splashed erotically around him as he pressed hard down on her hips, splaying her against the shower, grinding her pussy into the tile. He threw all of his body weight into her, bouncing off her pussy with every hard stroke. He let go of her hair and grabbed her breast with one hand, and her throat with the other. He pulled out and pressed into her anus.
“Colin!” she screeched wildly, trying to buck against him, forcing him to lock himself around her harder.
“Hmmm?” he growled into her ear as he pressed hard, feeling her flesh give. She suddenly stilled, her eyes wild.
Oh my God, why's he fucking me like this? she thought. She shuddered, feeling her heart race as she attempted to calm herself down.
“What’s the matter baby?” he whispered into her ear. “Did you have something you wanted to say to me?” Colin bit out, licking into her ear. He gave her nipple a roll and sharp tug as he pulled out and pressed forward, slapping into her.
“I’ll fucking kill him, Olivia. Before I ever let him get his hands on you. I’ll kill us all before he ever gets to taste this body. You know that don’t you?” he said, letting his evil side come out to play.
Colin let go of her throat and pushed her hair out of the way before resting his hand heavily on her back. He gave her steady pressure, digging his palm into her flesh. He suddenly raised his hand and slapped it down hard onto the upper left side of her back, causing her to jerk and scream in surprise. She turned to look at him with wide,shocked eyes.
“Turn your head back around,” Colin gritted through his teeth. She obediently turned and placed the side of her face back on the tile. He rested his hand there on her back again, before repeating the stinging motion.
Olivia shrieked again at the burning pain of his hand, meeting her flesh repeatedly. He did this for long minutes listening for her safe word if she so needed to use it, his palm hitting every inch of her back until her cries turned into moans.
“This body’s fucking mine. Not his, it’s not even yours. It’s mine,” Colin said with an eerie growl that reverberated throughout the shower. “That’s everyone’s fucking mistake right now. You all think this body is yours to do with as you please. It’s not! And one day soon, I’m going to show you just how serious I am,” he snarled, his palm hitting her flesh, rubbing then repeating the motion.
“Colin!” she screamed, tears escaping her eyes.
He continued with the hard thrusts and the hard slaps on her back, not even reprimanding her for using his name.
“Shut up!” he shouted. “What’s even worse is that I can fucking relate to the sick son of a bitch. If you went away and were with another man, I’d probably be doing the same thing he’s doing. Killing everybody, losing my fucking sanity, knowing another man was sinking his cock into you. What the fuck are you doing to us?! Fucking bitch driving us crazy!” he half shouted, delivering another sharp blow to her back as he thrust impossibly deep, drawing a high scream out of her. He fucked her for several long minutes, his blows on her back becoming less and less frequent as she slipped into subspace.
A series of broken moans sounded from her as Olivia shivered, his words, and his manipulation of her nipple throwing her off the cliff as she orgasmed with a weak moan. Her body sagged weakly, but still he thrust, trying to find his. Refusing to not be satisfied.
He pulled up her hips suddenly and yanked her back on him, she screamed anew and clamped down on him so hard his eyes rolled, and he grit his own teeth, snarling as he thickened and combusted inside of her.
He laid himself on top of her, breathing hard as they both splayed on the shower floor, feeling the water getting colder as they struggled to regain their senses. With a groan he got up, slapping his hand against the control panel and turning off the spray. He bent down and picked her weak form off the tile, carrying her back to bed.
“In a little bit when you’re settled, I’m going to brush your hair, Okay?” he said as he sat on the bed next to her, his thumb caressing her cheek intimately. Listening to her low whimpers. He might have said too much in the shower, but he meant every word, even though they came out sounding half crazed with jealousy, possessiveness, and lust. It was truly motivated by fear.
He crawled in next to her and curled himself around her trembling form.
It was a rare day that he had them do anal, he was a very big man, and it wore her out sometimes beyond reason. So, he chose carefully what days to do this on. Today was just one of those days. Her freak out yesterday bothered him more than he cared to admit, and he woke up early with a full on panic attack. He’d had a dream that Carmichael kidnapped her and was raping her in front of him as he lay there dying. And that was his last sight on earth, his wife being violated while he lay dying, unable to save her. And he’d be damned if that ever happened.
He inched closer, pressing his lips against the hair at her ear, nudging it away until he found the bare skin of her neck.
“Such a good girl, mamacita,” he murmured to her in her deep voice, calming her, giving her kisses. He rubbed his hands down her arms, her stomach, her hips, cradling her until the trembling stopped.Colin looked down at her. “I’m going to go get the brush, it’s going to be an emotional day and I think we both need this baby. Can I? Will you let me?” he said to her again in his deep voice, leaning down to press his lips against hers firmly.
“Yes,” Olivia said softly, looking up at him through shiny green eyes observing another tear slip out.She was emotional, as she always was after he’d had her the way he did in the shower. Her breaths rose and fell with small whimpers, and she moaned when he dipped down and sucked her nipple into his mouth with a desperate groan. Not able to get enough. It was never enough. Would never be enough.
Colin turned, placing himself between her legs and lowering his weight into her.
“Maybe just one more, to settle you first,” he said, taking her lips in a wet smacking kiss before lowering his head to her nipple once more, thrusting up and into her gently. Hearing her cries as he circled his hips.
“We're not getting up until I know you’re okay,” Colin said, raising his head and looking deep into her eyes. Feeling his heart tug for his wife, this beautiful woman.
Whoever said gingers had no souls were lying. They had their own and were adept at stealing everyone else’s apparently. Lord knows Olivia had a firm hold on his. Moving firmly inside of her, their green silk sheets falling and rising with his hips, he maintained his gaze with hers as he thought about this woman’s spirit and her bravery yesterday.
