Page 20 of Claimed and Shamed

“He was just being nice. What do you care anyway?”

“Oh, he was just being nice, was he?” I take hold of one of her hips with my free hand and press it against my hard cock, through the thin material of my swimming trunks. I sink right between her cheeks and the warmth makes me harder. I sway our hips to the distant music, just like she did with Keith.

“Is this nice too?”

She doesn’t say anything, but her hips move with me and she even arches her back, pressing her ass further into me. My hand starts caressing the exposed skin of her sides and I feel her tremble under my touch.

“Sawyer’s going to start asking for me. I should probably get back.” I feel her resistance against my hold on her arms, but I keep my grip firm.

“Are you worried about him or Keith?” My lips are by her ear, my breath tickling her and I feel her shiver.

“Why are you so concerned? You don’t even like me, Hudson. I thought I was an annoying brat to you.” I hear a twinge of anger in her voice.

“You’ve grown up quite nicely and I think you feel that I like what I see.” I press my erection further against her and she gasps.

“Look, I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but—”

“Stop playing hard to get; you’re pressing into me. You may not want me, but your body clearly does. I don’t remember seeing you press into Keith like this.”

“Why are you so worked up over him? It was just a dance.”

I dig my nails into her hip and growl, remembering him being this close to her.

“Because I didn’t like him touching you. In fact, I don’t want anyone touching you.”

“What are you going to do if someone does?” She was challenging me.

“I’m going to have to do this and remind you that if you want to be a slut, it’s going to have to be for me only, from now on.” I pull my thick erection out over the waistband of my trunks and moved the thin string of her thong bikini to the side in two swift movements. My right hand doesn’t let go of her hands above her head as I slide right into her from behind. I know she is into me capturing her, because her pussy is soaked, her walls laced with wetness as I enter her. My free hand grabs one of her breasts, pressing her body into mine.

“Ah, Hudson! What are you doing? I—” her breath catches as I thrust upward, plunging deep within her.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t want this. I feel how wet you are for me. You probably put on that show on purpose. Were you trying to get my attention? Were you trying to make me jealous?” With each sentence, I pump my hard cock into her, relishing the feel of her tightening around me. I have dreamed of this feeling so many times and now it is finally happening. Maybe not in the way I have always imagined, but it is better this way.

“Answer me!”

“Yes!” Her hips move with me and I feel her responding to the action taking place, not the questions I am asking her. Either way, it doesn’t matter to me. I finally have her. She is finally mine for the taking.

“I knew it. You’ve always been such a tease, wearing those tight shorts and low cut shirts. You’ve been hoping I was looking. Well, I was.” I growl in her ear, my thrusts becoming more aggressive, more rapid. “But from now on, you’re going to be my slut, and only mine, right? RIGHT?”

“Yes, oh please…” She throws her ass back into me, forcing me in deeper as I use my free hand to spread one of her cheeks to make sure she feels all of me.

I don’t expect her to agree and I feel my release approaching quickly at the thought of being able to touch her whenever I want.

I'm aware she rushed into losing her virginity a few months earlier to a guy she briefly dated. Fucking hell, I'd kill that bastard. But unlike other women who get attached to their first, Stevie was the one who dumped him a few weeks later. He clearly bored her.

“Hudson, I’m going to cum!” she says loudly, but I wasn’t worried. We could hear the music from my room and I was sure it was loud enough to drown us out.

“From now on, you only cum for me. Is that understood?” I release her hands only to move my hand to her throat, using the grip around her neck to pump into her at a wild pace.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!” Her body starts to tremble and I know her climax is near.

“You can come now, princess.” I growl into her ear as I start slamming into her, my other arm wrapped tightly around her.

“Oh God! Hudson! Ahhhh!” She cums on my dick, bucking her hips; riding me through her orgasm as she shakes violently in my arms. Her walls squeeze tightly around me, pushing me over the edge.

“Fuck!” I groan as I felt my cum explode into her. She moans as she feels it, too. I keep thrusting until my tip is too sensitive to continue, and I am sure she is filled with every drop. I pull my now limp dick out of her and she slumps against the door. I tuck myself back into my swimming trunks and watched my cum drip down her leg.

“You might want to go back to the bathroom and clean that up.” I chuckle. I move her away from the door and leave her there. I don’t want to see what she thinks about it afterwards. Not yet.