Taking The Fall: the Complete Series(14)

She wiggles against me as I lay my full weight against her pussy. I start to rock slowly against her, mimicking how I’m going to fuck her, strong and slow. Full thrusts, balls deep, slowly in and out. Right now, though, I’m teasing us both.

“Listen, Cherry…”

“Stop calling me that, Carter,” she objects, but it’s so weak I know there’s no venom behind it.

“Listen, Cherry,” I start again, ignoring her. “We’ve got a lot to cover tonight, so I expect you to shut that pretty mouth of yours unless my cock is in it.”

“Carter, you fucking assho—”

I quickly grab both her wrists with one hand and pin them above her head. I use my other hand to cover her mouth.

“Cherry, that mouth of yours is going to get you a red ass if you don’t cut that shit out. You’ve been loud enough tonight with all that begging for my cock you did in the alley. You were walking around that fucking bar showing off what’s mine. Your body is mine. Nobody sees it but me. Nobody touches it but me.” I continue rocking against her, alternating with hard thrusts to make my point clear. “You don’t need to say anything but ‘yes, Carter’. You got me?” I know this might be a lot for her to take, but seeing her tonight, being away from her for so long, has only made my obsession grow. It’s like I have something inside me clawing to get out and claim her. I need this to take the edge off so I can do what needs to be done after tonight. For her. The need to dominate her is all-consuming and unstoppable.

She moans around my hand and nods her head.

“I’ll take my hand off your mouth when you learn how to speak to me with respect, and I don’t think you’re there yet.” I want her to know I’m in control. For the past eight years I’ve had almost no control. I slow my thrusts and begin to make slow circular motions, grinding against her clit. Her eyes roll back and I know I’m hitting her sweet spot. “You owe me a lot more than a quick jerk off against your pussy. You owe me for all those years of protection, and you owe me even more after the last time you came to see me in the prison. I bet you like the idea of me collecting with your body, don’t you?” Again, she moans into my hand and I can see her eyes begging for more.

My circling hips are driving her to the edge but I need her to listen to me.

“I was always too dirty to touch you. I was never good enough. My hands are filthy with the things I’ve done. But I figure now you owe me, we’re bound together by blood and I’m going to collect. Doesn’t matter if I’m worthy or not. I’m taking you. I have to have you.”

She blinks up at me, my words seeming to shock her.

“Now I’m gonna ask you some questions and I’ll go easy on you depending on what you say. You got me?”

Layla blinks again and nods once.

“Good. First question. That boyfriend you got is out. He’s no longer your boyfriend. You fucking clear on that?”

She hesitates, but nods her head. I feel some tension leave my body. The thought of her having any real feelings for another man would have gutted me worse than anything else I’ve gone through. But I need more.#p#分页标题#e#

“Faster with the answer next time, Cherry. I don’t like the hesitation.”

She nods quicker this time. My girl is learning and it makes me smile. I continue slowly working my hips against her and I can see her breathing quicken. She starts to work her hips with my rhythm and she’s getting close.

“You try to cum, and I’ll flip you over and blister your ass. You can listen to me and enjoy what I’m doing, but don’t you dare cum yet.”

Her eyes go wide, but she nods yet again and I feel her lick my hand.

“Next question. That limp-dick pussy you used to date ever touch what’s mine? And you better be real fucking honest with me right now. Because if I find out you lied to me, it will be a lot worse.”

She looks directly in my eyes and shakes her head once.

I stop grinding against her because I want her full attention.

“I’ll ask one more time, just so you know I’m dead serious. Did. He. Ever. Touch. My. Property?”

I slowly take my hand away from her mouth and watch for her response. The tip of her pink tongue comes out and wets her lips. Once again, she locks eyes with mine.

“No, Carter. I never let him touch what’s yours.”

Thank fuck. I don’t think I could have handled anything but that answer. It gives me hope that she has been waiting for me. Maybe not on a level she realizes, but subconsciously. I’ve been waiting from the moment I laid eyes on her, and she turned my whole world upside down. I knew no one else would ever do, and I wouldn't ever waste my time with someone that wasn’t her.