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I round her bed to catch her, but she hops on her bed, darting toward the door. She runs for the stairs, but I’m faster. I catch her as she squeals my name. She thrashes and fights just like she knows I love.

“Carter, just wait. You know I want you, but I have to—”

I tighten my grip around her waist and thrust my other hand between her legs. She’s soaked. She always is when she runs. And her wiggling and thrashing make me crazy. There’s something about chasing her down that makes me feel… more.

“Go ahead and fight. I know why you do it. I know you love it as much as I do. Make me a monster,” I snarl.

She moans as I rub her clit mercilessly. She yelps and squirms in my arms, no longer kicking or trying to push me away but still squirming desperately. “Carter. Carter, I—”

I step closer to my room, then push her against a wall, my hand forced between her thighs to remind her that her pussy is mine and I can have it whenever I want it.

She stares up at me as I wrap my hand around her throat. “Say that again and mean it. Tell me you want me to wait while you’re soaking wet.”

She whines and shakes her head, but her hand wraps around my hand around her throat, trying to force my grip to loosen. She’s still being obstinate, and she knows it. She knows I’m going to get what I want because she wants it. If she told me no, I’d back down… Well… I’d probably still take what I want from her. But she never says no.

“That’s what I thought. You always want me,” I snarl. “You just love fighting as much as I do.”

I toss her over my shoulder, carry her to my room, and throw her down on my bed. She twists and tries to crawl away as her shirt edges up to her shoulders, exposing that she doesn’t have on a bra.

I lower my pants and boxers as Katie keeps trying to get away until I grab her ankle and drag her back to me. She meets my eyes and pants as I rip her little cotton pajama shorts and thrust my fingers into her.

“Carter,” she moans and presses her face against my bed to try and hide every moan leaving her throat.

“But you offer yourself up so perfectly. One day, I’ll fuck you hard enough that you’ll understand there’s no resisting you, not when you’re looking like this, Doll.” I jerk my fingers out of her pussy and take some of her wetness to her ass. I do it again and again until her ass relaxes and I can thrust inside, spreading them, reminding her that I own this hole too.

Katie moans and squirms as I fuck her ass with my fingers. She rolls back against my hand as she spreads her legs wider for me. “Carter!”

“Say it again, then. Tell me you don’t want me buried in your pussy or your ass,” I command.

She whimpers as I rub her clit with my other fingers, making her writhe on the bed. “Say it, Katie!”

“I can’t,” she whimpers. “Please. Please.”

“You have to wait,” I snarl. I get down on my knees and keep working my fingers in her ass as I tilt my head to her pussy. She’s so fucking soaked and tastes so good as I lap my tongue over her clit.

“Please, Carter, stop teasing me,” she begs.

I bite on her clit lightly. “Behave, Doll. You’ve been naughty. Fighting me, denying me. You’re not getting my cock until you’re sobbing for it.”

I plunge my tongue inside her, thrusting with the same pace as my fingers do in her ass. Then, I’m on her clit again, sucking until her thighs tremble, flicking my tongue until her body spasms.

“Please! Carter!” Katie shrieks.

“What about Brad?” I demand before licking her from clit to ass.

“I don’t care, I want you! Just you. Please fuck me. Please fuck me!” she yells, and I lean up and position myself behind her.

I change my fingers, keeping my right thumb in her ass as I use my other hand to soak the head of my cock with her juices.

With one sharp thrust I’m inside her, forcing her forward on the bed until she’s flat on her belly. I push one of her thighs wide, and she does the same with the other, her legs splayed out so I can fuck her as hard and ruthlessly as I need.

She cries, “Yes!”

“This is always what you need, Katie. You know it and I know it. Whenever you’re stressed, you need my cock distracting you, fucking all those worries out of your head until you can’t think at all,” I snarl.

“Yes! Yes! I’ll be your good doll. Always so good, so—fuck, Carter!” She whimpers. “I’m gonna…”

“You’re going to keep coming until I tell you to stop,” I promise.

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