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Her breath whooshed from her chest. He was so hot, so hard. She twisted against him, trying to drive him deeper, to trigger the climax boiling at the edge of ecstasy.
“Greedy, baby,” he whispered, holding her hands to the couch cushions, resisting her twisting hips. “No, baby. Slow and easy. I want you to feel every inch of my cock stretching that tight pussy of yours. I want you screaming for it, begging me to heed your declaration that you belong to me. ”
He would kill her. She had forgotten that he had learned the sensual, torturous arts of forcing erotic submission under tutors who made no allowances for innocence. She doubted her defiance did more than heighten his own anticipation.
She licked her lips, staring up at him as he nudged deeper. A small measure only, causing her cunt to grip desperately, pleading, weeping its slick juices as it demanded her acquiescence to him.
His eyes narrowed as he watched her tongue, his hips jerking before he could control the response. Faith allowed her eyelids to drop slumberously, her head raising as she lapped at a hard male nipple above her. He groaned, and she could feel his muscles trembling as he fought for control. Her teeth raked the hard male flesh.
Faith whimpered at the need she had to sink her teeth into the muscle above it, to lick him, taste his skin again.
Jacob’s growl was deep, animalistic, his cock driving a tenuous inch inside her gripping heat. Almost. Oh God. She wanted to throw her head back and scream for more, to scream out her acceptance of his dominance and her plea for the hard, driving length of his cock.
He reared back on his knees then, his eyes going to the slick lips of her cunt. Faith looked down, seeing his length, so thick it looked threatening, the mushroom shaped head buried between the lips, lodged in her vagina.
“Cheating,” she groaned, falling back to the cushions as her legs encased his hips.
Her hands strained at the grip he had on her.
“I won,” she announced. “No matter what you force—” She bit her lip, panting as she tried to bring him further inside her. “No matter what you make me say. I won. ” She forced the words past her lips, her head tossing as the desperate cry welling in her throat was forced free. “Oh God, Jacob—”
It was agony. She could feel the deep throb, the heat spearing into her, the rush of blood pounding in her cunt, tightening her, pleading with her to give him what he wanted, so he would give her what she needed.
“Does it matter how I win?” he asked her, his voice graveled, deep from his own arousal.
Faith’s eyes opened, barely able to stare into the erotic savagery of his expression.
“Where is your victory?” she asked him, breathless, trembling from her need. “There is none with no resistance, Jacob. ”
His eyes narrowed further. His hips flinched, driving him no further, but forcing his cock to caress the stretched muscles it now possessed.
“There is victory in the attainment,” he assured her.
“Is there?” She ground her hips against him, succeeding in tormenting herself further, but also causing the flush that mantled his cheekbones to deepen as the pupils of his eyes flared. “Could I defeat you, Jacob?” she cried out, no longer able to still the urgency that pounded demandingly through her body.
She needed to touch him, to taste him. God help her, she would give him whatever he demanded for that alone.
His breathing was hard, heavy now. His own control becoming shaken. Tears rose in her eyes, her body surged with the knowledge of his dominance at this moment. His experience was more than she could fight. More than she could deny.
“Let me touch you,” she screamed out finally. “Six years I waited on you. Damn you, let me touch you. I am yours. For now, Jacob, I am yours. ”
His cock pulsed, buried inside her an inch deeper as he groaned out roughly, fleeting confusion crossing his face.
“Always mine,” he whispered roughly.
“No. ” She shook her head, fighting the need to lie, to give him whatever he demanded, if only for the moment. “For now. Yours for now, Jacob. You cannot defeat what cannot fight back. Where is your victory? Where is the belonging when it is taken?”
She jerked against his hold, her legs tightening at the small of his back, fighting to force his cock inside her, to feel the pinch, the separation of her aching pussy.
“Damn you,” he bit out roughly, his voice darkened with exasperation and an arousal as hot as her own.
But he released her hands, his palms sliding up her arms then beneath her shoulders, holding her in a gentle vice. He lowered himself against her, his expression filled with a wariness, a hesitancy, as though releasing his hold on her was an alien concept. Alien and not entirely comfortable.
Faith wasn’t about to give him time to rethink the decision. As he moved to hold her close, her hands flattened at his hard stomach.
“I want to touch,” she cried out. “Touch as you touch, Jacob. ”
Her hand moved over the perspiration-dampened flesh, her hips undulating against him as a hard, tortured growl ripped from his chest. Her vagina clenched on the scant inches buried inside it, and though he refused to bury more of his length inside her, he allowed her hands to smooth down, over the tight muscles of his abdomen, lower to the damp width of his cock.
