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My mouth meets the curve of her throat, and I graze my teeth over her soft skin. Her fingers curl into the grooves of my shoulder blades. “You look hot when you choke on my cock,” I murmur into her neck, “Do you like choking on my cock, angel?”
Her pulse quickens under my lips. “Y-Yes,” she gasps.
“And you’d tell me if you didn’t?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have any other word in your vocabulary apart from ‘yes’?”
She laughs. It’s delicious and throaty and makes the corners of my own lips turn upwards. “No.”
“Good. ‘Yes’ is the only word I want to hear from you.”
Yesterday, she was surprised that I told her I’d stick to her boundaries. The look that flashed over her face, even just for a split-second, showed the broken side of her, and it hit a nerve with the broken side of me too.
I’m selfish enough to want to destroy her, but not in the same way that she’s been destroyed in the past.
Before she can respond, I spin her weightless body around in the water, holding her by her hips, and carry her over to the bank. Pinned between me and the edge of the river, she lays her hands flat on the soil and spreads her legs apart.
Readying herself for me.
“Mmm, good girl,” I rasp into her ear, sweeping her hair off her shoulders and exposing her neck. “You’re a fast learner.”
With my erection splitting her ass cheeks apart, I reach around and grab a handful of her tits. I rest my head on her shoulder so I can get a good view as I pinch her nipples, twirling her rock-hard nubs between my thumb and forefinger. She buckles against me, arching her back to push herself into my hands. I truly don’t give a flying fuck about Dahlia’s pleasure but watching her wither under my touch is making my cock throb even harder.
I need to have her.
Without warning, I push her forward over the bank and plunge myself into her waiting pussy. The grunt that escapes me is visceral; she’s just as tight as yesterday. Her hole stretches just enough to let slide my length into her, welcoming me into her wetness, and instantly constricts around my girth.
My hands wrap around her slippery hips, holding her in place, as I slide deeper into her. I love the way the muscles in her back clench every time I thrust. I fall into a fast, frantic rhythm. Her breathing gets more and more labored.
I slam my hand over hers on the bank, leaning over so I can nibble on her ear lobe. “You like it when I fuck you from behind, don’t you?” I growl.
“Yes.” She shudders, pushing herself back onto me, forcing my cock deeper than I thought possible, slamming her apple-shaped ass down on my hips. I pick up the pace of my strokes, feeling the tension build up in my balls. When I cum, it’s hard and powerful, sending shock waves through my quads, and up my stomach, as I shoot a hot load up Dahlia’s tight little cunt.
Dahlia collapses underneath me, flush against the bank. I reposition myself so I don’t crush her under my weight, resting my head between the blades of her shoulders. My ear against her spine, I can hear her heartbeat going wild.
Once the euphoria settles around us like dust, I push myself up off of her, and she swims around to face me, face flustered and eyes wild.
“Well, that was a first,” she rasps, smoothing down the waves of hair that have gone awry.
“What was?”
She bites her lips, looking up at me through those dark lashes of hers. “Having sex in a river.”
“Mmm.” I snake my arm around her waist, tugging her against the current and wrapping her legs around me. Her pussy, still wet and warm, presses against my lower stomach. A reminder that I’m nowhere near being done with her. My mouth finds her nipple, pale pink and puffy, begging me to bite it. When I do, she buckles against my face, gripping her hands around the back of my head.
“What other ‘firsts’ can I steal from you?”
I feel the chuckle come from her chest. “Not telling.” I lift my head up, studying her perfect features. Then, her eyes grow wide and smolder with lust as I wrap my hand around her throat. A small puff of air escapes her parted lips.
“You’re going to tell me, Dahlia Rose.”
Before she can respond, something over her shoulder catches my eye. My jaw clenches shut, and by the way Dahlia’s eyebrows shoot up under her bangs, I know my face has turned thunderous.
“You broke one of my rules, Dahlia,” I say, low and slow. She gasps as I spin her around so she’s facing the bank again.
I watch her as her eyes trail to the bank. To the patch of heliconias that are now ripped out from the root, from where I fucked her so hard, she had to claw her hands around something.
