I fisted her hair harder and pushed my cock against her lips. I squeezed until she let out a little sigh and opened her mouth. Her tongue was slick, hot, velvet. I shoved my cock to her throat. She almost gagged. Her eyes closed. I pulled back. She dug her nails even deeper into my thighs, no doubt leaving crimson half moons.
"No, angel, I want you to look at me while I fuck your mouth."
She focused on me again, making the connection. I pushed in even farther, feeling the smoothness at the back of her throat.
"That's right, take all of it."
I started a slow rhythm, sliding in and out and pushing my tip farther and farther into her throat. I kept my hands tangled in her hair as I fucked her mouth, but I didn't need to. She bobbed her head, greedily sucking me in faster and faster. Moans wafted from her as she went, a complement to the sucking noises that made the seed rise into my shaft. I had to stop or I would have come down her throat just from the sounds.
I pulled back and played my wet tip along her lips. She darted her tongue out, one last taste.
I took her shoulders and pulled her to her feet. She was perfect. Her hard nipples jutted out, begging for my mouth. I knew she was wet. I needed to be inside her. I wrenched her arm behind her back again and turned her around. I bent her over the chairback. Now I could see her pink pussy, wet and glistening for me.
I wanted to sink into her until my balls slapped against her, but I needed more from her first. She needed to cede all control to me, every last bit. I let her wrist go and placed my hands on her round ass. She quivered beneath me.
"You've been bad, Evan." I rubbed slow circles around her plump cheeks, feeling her goosebumps rise as I spoke. "Avoiding me. Why would you do that?"
I teased my head at her hot opening, and she shook. She didn't answer. I slapped her ass hard, three slaps on each side. She cried out. Fear and pleasure mingled in the sound.
"Answer me."
I slapped her again, once on each side.
"I just," she breathed, her voice muffled in the fabric of the chair, "didn't want this to happen again."
"You didn't want this?" I pushed inside her, just the head of my cock squeezed in the pleasurable embrace.
She moaned. I bent over her and put my chest to her back.
"You didn't want what, angel?"
"Oh, God," she whispered. "I . . . I didn't want you to fuck me again."
"Too bad." I sank into her, seating my cock as deep as it would go.
She half cursed, half moaned. The sound was like a whip, spurring me on. I kept her bent over the chair and stood up, leveraging my cock into her as I started a punishing rhythm. I bounced off her round ass as I plunged into her. The sound of skin on skin reverberated around the room. I fucked her hard, giving her the violence that I kept hidden. She took all of it, all of me. I worked her, showing no mercy and getting pleasure from every stroke. Her cries grew louder, and I could feel her walls clenching around me tighter by the second. She wasn't going to come, though. I wouldn't allow it. Not yet.
The skin on her back was pale, unmarred. The thought of coming all over it almost sent me over the edge. I pulled out of her with more than a little effort.
"No," she cried.
"Yes, angel. You have to wait until I say."
She grunted. I yanked her up by her arms and turned her around. Gripping her ass, I lifted her and carried her to the sofa. I laid her down and sank on top of her. Her soft body begged to be touched. I pinned her arms above her head with one hand and used my other to squeeze her nipple. She panted beneath me. I squeezed harder. She squealed.
"Lincoln, please!"
"Please what, angel?" I watched her face, now covered with a dewy sheen of sweat.
"Please fuck me."
"You know it doesn't work that way."
I lowered my head and sucked her hard pebble of a nipple into my mouth. She tasted like something sweet, lotion and sweat. I bit down on her. She tried to wriggle her hands free from my grip, but I squeezed until she stilled. A little pain, a lot of pleasure. Having a woman like this under my control was like a double dose of ecstasy. The power in her yielding to the power in me-intoxicating.
I wanted to bury my face in her pussy, but my cock wouldn't be denied. I ran my mouth back up her body, nipping at her neck before settling on her luscious mouth. I took her lips and let my tongue taste her more deeply. She answered, melting beneath me and opening herself even more.
She was pliant now, wanting me more than fearing me. I would change that. I withdrew and took her delicate neck in my palm. My other hand still clutched her hands above her. She was caught in my snare. I squeezed her wrists and her neck. Just enough to see the spark of fear mixed with excitement in her eyes. I could hurt her. I needed her to know that I could if I wanted to. But I also needed her to know that I wouldn't unless she asked.