We don’t want that. Breed her, mark her as ours.
She let out a surprised squeak when I pulled her off me and wrapped my hands around her arms. I flipped her around, switching our positions. Nothing held me back from pressing my lips to hers, from opening her mouth and sucking on her tongue. I was so far gone.
I needed her.
I wanted her.
I was going to motherfucking take her.
She was all I saw, all I felt, her skin soft and supple beneath my hands.
“I don’t think I want you to swallow me. I want to come in that fucking tight cunt of yours.”
One hand was still in her hair as I kissed her again, the other having a death grip on her ass.
“How do you taste on my lips?” she asked as we parted for a breath.
The beast growled and pulled her closer, running my cock against her pants.
“Oh, baby, I’m about to ask you the same thing,” I whispered. The skin just beneath her ear was the perfect spot for an outlet, and I bit down.
The reaction it incited only increased the thickness of the air around us. Nothing but arousal and need. Each lap of my tongue on her skin only increased my want for more. I stopped and stared down at the bruise on her shoulder, the one that still held the outline from my teeth. The first mark.
Ours. She’s ours.
I licked the skin, a reverent show of what it was and what it meant, then clamped my teeth down on the impression, freshening it up.
“That is so fucking sexy.” I yanked at her tank top. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her perfect tits bounced into view, nipples hardening. They were in my mouth, between my teeth. I loved her cries as I switched to the other side, then back again before working my way back to her lips and her luscious tongue.
“Now to taste your pussy. I bet you’re so fucking sweet.” I drew in a deep breath, my dick twitching. “I can smell you from here.”
“Fuck!” she cried out.
“Soon. Very fucking soon.” I fisted her waistband on both sides and yanked downward as I sank to the floor, exposing all of her to me. She shed her tank top as she stepped out. I couldn’t help running my hands across her skin, lost in my reverie for her.
I grabbed onto her leg and put it on my shoulder to give me full access to the pussy I’d been fantasizing about. The one that my cock fit in so well. I bit into her thigh and created a trail of bites all the way until I was up close enough to see the sheen on her pussy lips.
“Baby, you are fucking dripping wet for me.” I swiped my finger across her slit and brought it to my mouth. “Mmm, so good. This is what sucking my cock did to you? Dirty girl… So fucking naughty.”
I bit down on her thigh just to release some of the need before swiping my tongue across her slit and scraping my teeth against her clit. The sounds coming from her only made my dick harder and the need to eat her until she came all over my face overwhelmed me. I attacked her clit, relishing in the way she jerked, her hands fisting in my hair.
She was close.
I ran my fingers across her slit and pressed two of them inside. A few strokes and she was mashing my face against her mound.
“Oh, shit, Nathan! I…I…”
She rode my mouth and fingers through each pulse until her muscles began to relax and the aftershocks took over.
“You are so fucking hot when you come.” I gave her another lick before standing.
Inside her. Now.
I groaned as I flexed my hips, grinding against her.
“Time to fuck that pussy of yours. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You like being fucked fast and rough, don’t you? You want my cock to own your pussy and pound it hard.”
It was what I fucking wanted, what my dick was dying for. To be inside her again, to mark her again.
No more walls. I grabbed onto her arm and pulled her down the hall until I spotted the perfect place.
It was the pose I’d fantasized about since the first day I met her, and while it wasn’t her desk, her dining table would do. In my frenzy, I pushed her against the table.
“Bend over and hold on,” I growled. I scraped my teeth against the other side of her neck while I pushed her over with my body.
The animalistic need was too overpowering, and I gave her no time to grab hold before I slammed into her.
“So fucking good! So wet…tight…shit, Lila.”
I pulled out and slammed in even harder, the force of each thrust moving the table beneath her. It forced me to step forward, chasing her ass so I could fully drive into her.
My fantasy was part truth as I held her hips in my hands, watching as she stretched around me, her juices making my cock shine. The table continued to scoot, so I reached up and twisted my hand in her hair.
The new arch of her back as I tugged her head back and pushed down on her back with my other hand kept me at a steady angle. It forced her body to stay in place, letting me decimate her with my dick.
“That’s it, take my fucking cock. You love it, don’t you?”
All she could do was whimper and moan, and all I could do was thrust my cock in her like it was the last fucking time I would fuck anyone.
“Answer me! You love my cock in you, don’t you, little slut?”
She was going to fucking answer me.
“Yes. Yes! Please fuck me with your…ugh…hard cock…shit…p-pound my naughty pussy.”
That was it, the shit that pushed me to slam into her harder and faster with each stroke. With each thrust, I took my pain, my frustration and anger, out on her. I couldn’t handle the feelings, couldn’t deal, and I fucked her like I hated her because it was the only way to expunge my being of all of it.
“Harder. Deeper, oh fuck…so deep inside me. More! Pull me down, take me over…shit. Make me sorry for being so naughty.”
Fuck!
Her dirty talk back to me was so unexpected I almost came right then. She wanted it, needed it. The depravity, the torture, the intensity of what we created was too much for me and not enough for her.
“Yes… Punish you. Fuck. I don’t want this…don’t want you. This.” Slam. “Is.” Slam. “All.” Slam. “Your.” Slam. “Fault!”
Her pussy locked down around me, my name falling from her lips like she was praying to me. It was the high I needed as I climbed toward the mind-wiping numbness I craved.
“That’s it, come on my cock. Shit, your pussy feels so good… Milk my cock, baby. Fuck!”
She let out a surprised squeak when I pulled her off me and wrapped my hands around her arms. I flipped her around, switching our positions. Nothing held me back from pressing my lips to hers, from opening her mouth and sucking on her tongue. I was so far gone.
I needed her.
I wanted her.
I was going to motherfucking take her.
She was all I saw, all I felt, her skin soft and supple beneath my hands.
“I don’t think I want you to swallow me. I want to come in that fucking tight cunt of yours.”
One hand was still in her hair as I kissed her again, the other having a death grip on her ass.
“How do you taste on my lips?” she asked as we parted for a breath.
The beast growled and pulled her closer, running my cock against her pants.
“Oh, baby, I’m about to ask you the same thing,” I whispered. The skin just beneath her ear was the perfect spot for an outlet, and I bit down.
The reaction it incited only increased the thickness of the air around us. Nothing but arousal and need. Each lap of my tongue on her skin only increased my want for more. I stopped and stared down at the bruise on her shoulder, the one that still held the outline from my teeth. The first mark.
Ours. She’s ours.
I licked the skin, a reverent show of what it was and what it meant, then clamped my teeth down on the impression, freshening it up.
“That is so fucking sexy.” I yanked at her tank top. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her perfect tits bounced into view, nipples hardening. They were in my mouth, between my teeth. I loved her cries as I switched to the other side, then back again before working my way back to her lips and her luscious tongue.
“Now to taste your pussy. I bet you’re so fucking sweet.” I drew in a deep breath, my dick twitching. “I can smell you from here.”
“Fuck!” she cried out.
“Soon. Very fucking soon.” I fisted her waistband on both sides and yanked downward as I sank to the floor, exposing all of her to me. She shed her tank top as she stepped out. I couldn’t help running my hands across her skin, lost in my reverie for her.
I grabbed onto her leg and put it on my shoulder to give me full access to the pussy I’d been fantasizing about. The one that my cock fit in so well. I bit into her thigh and created a trail of bites all the way until I was up close enough to see the sheen on her pussy lips.
“Baby, you are fucking dripping wet for me.” I swiped my finger across her slit and brought it to my mouth. “Mmm, so good. This is what sucking my cock did to you? Dirty girl… So fucking naughty.”
I bit down on her thigh just to release some of the need before swiping my tongue across her slit and scraping my teeth against her clit. The sounds coming from her only made my dick harder and the need to eat her until she came all over my face overwhelmed me. I attacked her clit, relishing in the way she jerked, her hands fisting in my hair.
She was close.
I ran my fingers across her slit and pressed two of them inside. A few strokes and she was mashing my face against her mound.
“Oh, shit, Nathan! I…I…”
She rode my mouth and fingers through each pulse until her muscles began to relax and the aftershocks took over.
“You are so fucking hot when you come.” I gave her another lick before standing.
Inside her. Now.
I groaned as I flexed my hips, grinding against her.
“Time to fuck that pussy of yours. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You like being fucked fast and rough, don’t you? You want my cock to own your pussy and pound it hard.”
It was what I fucking wanted, what my dick was dying for. To be inside her again, to mark her again.
No more walls. I grabbed onto her arm and pulled her down the hall until I spotted the perfect place.
It was the pose I’d fantasized about since the first day I met her, and while it wasn’t her desk, her dining table would do. In my frenzy, I pushed her against the table.
“Bend over and hold on,” I growled. I scraped my teeth against the other side of her neck while I pushed her over with my body.
The animalistic need was too overpowering, and I gave her no time to grab hold before I slammed into her.
“So fucking good! So wet…tight…shit, Lila.”
I pulled out and slammed in even harder, the force of each thrust moving the table beneath her. It forced me to step forward, chasing her ass so I could fully drive into her.
My fantasy was part truth as I held her hips in my hands, watching as she stretched around me, her juices making my cock shine. The table continued to scoot, so I reached up and twisted my hand in her hair.
The new arch of her back as I tugged her head back and pushed down on her back with my other hand kept me at a steady angle. It forced her body to stay in place, letting me decimate her with my dick.
“That’s it, take my fucking cock. You love it, don’t you?”
All she could do was whimper and moan, and all I could do was thrust my cock in her like it was the last fucking time I would fuck anyone.
“Answer me! You love my cock in you, don’t you, little slut?”
She was going to fucking answer me.
“Yes. Yes! Please fuck me with your…ugh…hard cock…shit…p-pound my naughty pussy.”
That was it, the shit that pushed me to slam into her harder and faster with each stroke. With each thrust, I took my pain, my frustration and anger, out on her. I couldn’t handle the feelings, couldn’t deal, and I fucked her like I hated her because it was the only way to expunge my being of all of it.
“Harder. Deeper, oh fuck…so deep inside me. More! Pull me down, take me over…shit. Make me sorry for being so naughty.”
Fuck!
Her dirty talk back to me was so unexpected I almost came right then. She wanted it, needed it. The depravity, the torture, the intensity of what we created was too much for me and not enough for her.
“Yes… Punish you. Fuck. I don’t want this…don’t want you. This.” Slam. “Is.” Slam. “All.” Slam. “Your.” Slam. “Fault!”
Her pussy locked down around me, my name falling from her lips like she was praying to me. It was the high I needed as I climbed toward the mind-wiping numbness I craved.
“That’s it, come on my cock. Shit, your pussy feels so good… Milk my cock, baby. Fuck!”
