Taking What's Mine(6)

“That’s it, Rose. Go ahead and take my cock like a little slut. Coat my dick in your sweet pussy juice.” Her cunt clinches around me at my words again. It takes everything I have not to thrust back, to make her lush ass slap against me.

“Please,” she whines and closes her eyes so tight. “You’ll get me pregnant like this,” she says, but my fingers don’t let up.

“Just feel how thick I am, Rose. Feel how my big dick stretches you as I rape this pussy, and yet you still cream yourself for it. Jesus, I knew you’d want it, but look at you trying to fuck me.”

“Oh god,” she moans out, sinking further down, until her ass is fully pressed against me. “Stop, please.”

“Love, you’re the one fucking me, milking my cock, begging for me to release inside you. I haven’t moved. You’re the one needing to get off so bad your slutty pussy is dripping for me.”

She starts to pull off at my words, but I lock an arm around her, holding her still. She’s completely seated on my cock, and I use my other hand to grab her by her still-wet hair, and make her sit on my lap. She lets out a cry, but doesn’t fight me. Her back to my chest, my cock buried deep in her. I wish I could see how we looked from this angle, but I’ll just have to wait and replay it on one of the cameras I have recording right now.

Pulling her hair, I bring her neck to my mouth, licking my way up to her ear. “I’m going to release your hip, and you’d better not move. Nod if you understand me.”

She gives a slight nod, and I release her hip, but keep a firm hold on her hair. I run the fingers of my free hand over one nipple, then the other, giving it a soft pull.

“Ask me to make you cum,” I whisper in her ear.

“No,” she says, but we both know she doesn’t mean it.

“Ask for it.”

When she doesn’t respond, I bite down hard on her neck, with every intention of leaving a mark. Every time she sees it, it’ll remind her what happens when she doesn’t do as I tell her.

I release my teeth from around her neck and say it one last time. “Ask for it.”

I feel her defeat, even at the little amount of pain, and she takes a deep breath, deciding her fate.

“Make me cum,” she finally says.

“Such a good little whore. You want to cum all over my cock? To please me?”

She’s silent for a beat, so I pinch her nipple hard. “Yes!” she cries out. Her words shutter out and once again her pussy clinches; she even does a slight rock, her body wanting me to move.

“Tell me you love me.”

“I can’t,” she begs.

“Oh you can, and you will,” I say and move to her other nipple, pinching it harder than the last. She cries out from the pleasure/pain, and takes a breath.

“I – I love you.” It’s so soft I can barely hear it, but I don’t care because we both know she said it.

Sliding my hand down her belly, I go straight for her clit.

“I’m going to stroke you until you cum. This pussy is going to latch on to my cock, and when it does she’ll milk every drop from my balls, filling your unprotected womb. So if you don’t want that to happen you’d better not cum. But if you do cum, I’ll know you wanted it, your greedy pussy sucking me, taking it all.”

At my words her pussy starts to pulse, and she does just that. She cums from just my dirty words, and her pussy latches on to me, my own climax triggering. It’s so intense it’s almost painful, her pulling every drop from me.

I release her hair, and her body falls forward onto the mattress, my dick slipping free from her. I can only stare as I watch my cum leak from her pink pussy.





CHAPTER FOUR

ROSE

“I’m not through with you yet,” he says behind me, and I tense. He can’t be serious. I just gave him what he wanted, but he won’t stop.

I roll over and push myself up to the top of the small bed, trying to get as much distance between us as possible.

“Please don’t, Colton.” I use his name to try and plead to his sane side. If there is one. “Please just let me go. You got what you wanted, and I gave it to you without a fight. Please just let me leave now.”

He gives me that evil grin again and reaches out, snatching my ankle. I’ve finally had enough and I try and kick out at him. I’ve got to try and fight. As terrified as I am of pain, I have to try and break free. I can’t keep allowing him to just take me and not do anything to stop it.

When his big hand grabs my foot, I try and kick with the free one. I make contact with his shoulder, but he laughs at my attempts and grabs that one too.

“Looks like I get to use the restraints after all,” he says, and pulls my body down the bed.