Bow Down(25)

“I love spreading this pussy wide along my cock,” I said. “I love making you beg for it.” I released her one hand and reached around her, working her clit. “You filthy fucking girl. I want to make you moan.”

I worked her clit as I fucked her and her only response was to moan louder, to work her hips faster, bucking back against me.

We fucked like that, rutting like animals, our bodies twisting and working together. I pinned her hard and fucked her harder, working her clit, moving her there, pushing her there. She was mine, all mine, her tight pussy was mine, her pretty mouth was mine, and I was going to take what I wanted. I was going to take every single inch of her dripping wet body.

Sweat was dripping from my brow as we worked together like that, my cock sliding along her slick pussy. Her moans got louder, more insistent as we reached a fever pitch, her ass slamming back against me. I wanted to break her so badly that it felt so fucking good, and just then, as I thrust harder, rougher, she began to come.

I kept it up. I worked her clit, fucking her mercilessly, and she gripped the wall with both hands, moaning, digging her fingers into the plaster. I took that pussy and made it mine as she came like the dirty fucking girl I knew she was.

When she finished, she looked over my shoulder with that look in her eyes, and I knew she was mine. It was a look that meant she wanted more.

“I’m going to make every inch of you mine,” I said, pulling out of her. She gasped.

I spit into my palm and rubbed it into my cock.

“Wyatt,” she said.

I pressed myself against her perfect ass and pushed all the way inside of her.

She tipped her head back, moaning. I filled her tight hole with my thick cock, slowly pushing deeper.

“Oh my god,” she gasped.

“That’s right,” I said. “Every inch. Every fucking inch of you. I’m going to come inside of you, and you’re going to thank me.”

“Wyatt, I don’t know.”

I began to slowly slide in and out of her ass, fucking her gently, slowly at first, working her up to it. She moaned, face flat against the wall, but she took my cock without complaints.

“Do you fucking like that?” I asked, pulling her hair. “Do you like this big dick inside of your tight little ass?”

“Please,” she moaned. “Oh my god. I can’t believe you even fit.”

“I knew you could take it.” I kept fucking her, pleasure rocking through my body. I was so fucking close already, desire and need ringing through me. I needed to release, needed to come in her little ass as I kept fucking her.

I began to thrust harder. She moaned, taking me, letting me fuck her how I wanted. I knew I was so fucking close as I continue to slide into her, pushing deeper and deeper.

“Come for me, Wyatt,” she begged.

“Fuck.” I groaned, gripping her hips, and I came in thick, heavy spurts. I came in her tight ass, filling her, groaning the whole time. “Shit,” I gasped.

She moaned, head tipped back. “Oh shit,” she said. “I can’t believe how good that felt.”

I slowly pulled out, shaking my head. “I nearly blacked out.”

She turned and looked at her panties. I picked them up and put them in my pocket. “These are mine now.”

She frowned. “I need those.”

“No. I want you to think about me keeping them. And the next time I see you, I’m going to gag you with them and fuck you until you can’t think.”

She stared at me for a moment then nodded. “I should go.”

I grabbed her and kissed her hard, pleasure and desire ringing through me.

This was my business partner, but she was so much more than that. I wanted every bit of her. Even after having what I wanted, I still needed more, like there was never enough of her.

I didn’t know where we were going, all I knew was that I wanted to get there with Louisa.





14





Louisa





I could still feel him as a pleasurable ache when I woke up the next morning. I stayed in bed later than I normally did thinking about the way Wyatt took me, pressing me rough against the wall and fucking my ass, never asking for permission, just knowing that I wanted it.

And god, was he right. I’d never had a man inside of me like that before, and yet it felt so incredibly right with him. Somehow, letting him take me however he wanted was natural and exciting, something I’d never experienced with a man before.

It wasn’t like he was the first person I’d ever been with. Just because I locked myself away in my bedroom, didn’t mean I never had any visitors. But Wyatt was the first one that felt like he was fully in control. Normally I was the one making the first move, being the one to take charge. I was always the one on top.