Once Upon a Time(9)

“Ask for my cock, Belle. Beg for it.”

She licked her lips and he watched the act of her dragging her tongue along the swell of her bottom lip. It was slow and sensual, and made him harder. The wetness at the tip of his dick attested to the fact that he wouldn’t last much longer once he was buried balls deep inside of her.

“Give me your cock, make me hurt right before I come.”

Fucking hell. She was going to have him come before he was even inside of her cunt. He kept hold of the root of his dick as he ran the tip of his erection up and down her slick folds, and then pressed against the entrance of her pussy. He moved his other hand up the valley between her breasts, wrapped his fingers around her throat loosely, and then thrust into her in one swift, hard move.

She was so fucking hot, so damn ready for him that she instantly clenched tight around him. A guttural groan left him at the feel and he gently tightened his hold on her neck. He wanted her to be on the brink of orgasm, gasping for breath, and then she’d explode in euphoria. Slamming his other hand on the side of her head, he retreated and then pushed back into her. She stared up at him, her mouth parted, her eyes wide and glossy, and beads of sweat dotting her forehead.

He smacked her tit with his hand, watched the globe shake, and then heard her moan. She closed her eyes and thrust her breasts out for him. He loved her masochistic need, couldn’t control himself any longer, and stated pounding into her. Her cheeks turned red and she gasped for breath, but Jackson made sure to control the pressure so she could get the maximum exposure of the dark orgasm he wanted her to have. She didn’t stop him, didn’t move her hands to her throat to remove his hand, which she could have easily done if she’d wanted to, so he kept the pressure on her throat.

The strangled sound that came from her when he slammed into her especially hard had him lowering his chest to hers and taking hold of her jaw. Tilting her head to the side, he probed her mouth with his tongue, and deepened the kiss until there was no question that she was his.

He didn’t stop himself from pulling out until just the tip of his dick was inside of her, and then pushed back in. He did this over and over again, not picking up his speed, but making sure to completely fill her every time he slammed back into her. Sweat now started to cover his back as he kept up a steady rhythm. He broke the kiss, and started biting the side of her neck. Keeping her head to the side with his hand on her jaw, he dragged his tongue up and down her sweet skin, and then followed the path with his teeth. When he had stretched her enough, and when she moved her nails down his back, Jackson really started to slam in and out of her. He pulled back just enough to watch her tits bounce and jiggle from the force with which he was taking her. Her breath came out of her in small pants. He looked back at the tender flesh of her neck, saw that it was slightly red from his tongue and teeth, and went back to erotically abuse the area again.

She moved up the bed an inch, and he braced a hand on her shoulder, pulled her down, and gritted his teeth when their pelvises pressed together. He was close, too, but he wasn’t about to let go that easily. He wanted her to come, now. “Let go, Belle.” He pumped harder into her, and held her throat tightly. And then she came, gasping for air, her face turning red. He slowly removed his hand from her throat, watched the way she clenched at the sheets and cried out from the intensity of it, and was so close to getting off he could feel it in his back. But he wanted her to come again, right along with him.

He felt her inner muscles clench rhythmically along his shaft and knew she’d come again. His balls drew up tight, and he came hard. He filled her with his cum and then pulled out of her slowly. Jackson pulled out of her pussy, and stared between her thighs as their combined fluids seeped out of her. Collapsing on the bed beside her, he stared at the ceiling, felt the euphoria of finally having the woman he had lusted after for the last year, and knew that he couldn’t let her go this time. He wanted her for himself, and anybody that tried to take her from him was as good as dead. He had the money, the power, and the obsession to take what he wanted.

“What now?” she said after a few moments of the silence moving between them.

He looked at her, saw the marks on her neck, on her hips, and felt this pride and arousal move through him at the sight. “Now you’re mine.” He sat up, knowing that the scarred side of him was in her clear view, but felt no shame at the fact he hated how he looked. Even a year of treatment couldn’t help him look like he had, but she had proved that didn’t matter. She reached up and ran her fingers along the horrid flesh of his side. He still worked out, still stayed healthy. But the flesh that was a constant reminder of what he could have lost had him realizing that even through the ugliest, darkest times in a person’s life, there was still the chance to live.