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He drives the full length of his bulging erection into my body. The momentum burns with delicious pain that rips my back off the mattress. Metal feet carve trenches into hardwood as the sturdy oak structure of my bed heaves back. The scream of it is nowhere near the wail that leaves me.
“Quiet!” Rhys snarls, gripping my hips and dragging me down to take him. “Do you want everyone to hear you, Addie? Do you want them to hear how you beg for my cock? How you can’t get enough?”
I don’t care about anything, except the fat head of his cock hitting my base and sending cobwebs of excruciating agony across my belly.
“Hurts,” I whimper, only to cry out when he jams himself deeper. “Rhys!”
“You’re going to fucking take it, dimples.”
My legs are grabbed under the knees and twisted over his arms. They’re bent to my chest, and he makes me take his weight and the full length to the hilt.
“You’re so deep,” I choke out, head thrown back, legs flailing. My nails claw down his hips to anchor into his taut ass. “God, it hurts, Rhys.”
His hips roll in slow, even circles and I shudder. I swear and bend in two as fire devours me from the core up. My toes crack on either side of his head as the pressure blinds me.
My nails claw at his shoulders, his chest, rack up his back as I cum with a scream he silences with a palm over my mouth and his lips at me ear telling me what a fucking good girl I am. How well I take his cock. How good my cunt feels begging to suck every drop of his seed from his balls.
He has such a filthy mouth and I fucking love it.
“Don’t stop,” I whine under the sticky skin of his palm. “More. Use me. Use my pussy. Hurt it.”
He groans thickly against my jawline. “Wait until I get you home, Adeline.” He doesn’t thrust. He barely moves. He conquers my channel with the beast between his legs, ruining my cunt forever as he grinds. As he rubs his pelvis into my mound. My clit. “Wait until I get you in your restraints, open and helpless. Your holes mine to play with for hours, filling them until it hurts and you scream and no one comes to save you. No one. No one will ever save you from my torture. Just the way you like it.”
Memories of that rainy afternoon in his apartment where he kept me bound to his bed and spent hours edging me and using me to cum in and on without a shred of relief for me has me squeezing my eyes closed and groaning loudly. My pussy shudders violently around the stone shaft rubbing my soaked walls and my tormentor snickers darkly.
“God, Rhys, I love you.”
I cum whimpering I love him over and over again as he rocks and pumps and drags my release on. His cock is so hard, so swollen it has to be hurting him, but his face is a set mask of determination as he takes care of me, and it makes me tighten around him. Tease him.
“Behave,” he warns.
I do it again with a mischievous little grin. “Or what?”
His eyes darken. His jaw flexes. The muscles on his arms shift as he lifts himself higher over me, dragging my legs to his shoulders.
“Or I’ll make sure you don’t walk properly tonight.”
Oh, the threat.
I know he’s serious, but ... my walls contract without my consent. A tiny flutter I don’t think he feels, but his low growl is my only warning when he slams into me.
He fucks me with the violence of someone who hates me. He takes my body like it means nothing to him and I’m cumming sobbing his name. My legs twitch, my fingers claw, but he only presses me deeper into the mattress and takes what’s his.
I’m weak and exhausted when he flips me over, drags me over the edge of the bed and squeezes half the bottle of lube down the crack of my ass.
I just took a shower is my only coherent thought when he takes my tender channel with the same anger. The same reckless force.
My screams are incoherent wails buried into the mattress. Even I don’t understand what I’m asking of him as I cum for the fourth time.
His hands twist in my hair and my head is yanked back. Spine curving as I grind back to meet him.
“Shut your mouth, Addie,” he hisses, pelvis slapping my ass cheeks. “You were warned to behave. Good girls get orgasms. Bad girls get their ass fucked.”
I disagree about this being a punishment, but his free hand is cupping my mound. His fingers are at my clit. Two pinch the muscles and I’m beating back against him. I’m pounding myself on his dick and making him groan. The bed squeaks. The frame rattles. But they’re nothing to me threatening him not to stop.
“Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop. You feel so good in my ass. God, I love your cock. Harder!”
He shoves me face down and falls over me and I can’t breathe. His weight is crushing me, suffocating me. But he’s still at my clit and I am so close my thighs quiver.
