Page 33 of Legacy

“You want more, don’t you, my little whore?” Notwaiting for her to answer, I pushed in another digit and pressed my thumb against her clit.

The way her cunt dripped, there was no denying she preferred rough over gentle.

“You hear me?” I worked her, bringing her higher, and right before she reached her peak, I pulled out.

“Are you out of your mind? Don’t stop.”

This demonstration wasn’t about pleasing her, about her comfort. This was about?—

“What’d you say out there? Everyone’s actions should have consequences?”

She hissed through clenched teeth, scowling at me as I kept my fingers from that tight hole I rimmed but wouldn’t reenter.

She adjusted her hips, trying to dip lower and seek out my fingers, but she wasn’t getting anything easy tonight.

This experience was a raw, dirty fucking, representative of my vicious need to claim her and teach her.

“Isn’t that what you said?” I rasped as I shifted my pants to let my dick spring out.

“I said…” she uttered, panting so quickly and breathing heavily.

“Actions have consequences,” I finished for her as I jerked her dress up some more. I notched the tip of my cock at her pussy. Rubbing into her juices, I grabbed her thigh and held it up to the wall.

“Actions. Like marrying me.”

She nodded, subtly rocking her hips to mine. I wasn’t blind to her desperate fidgeting. I was right there, ready tobreach her tight heat. Already, the broad head of my dick stretched her slippery cunt.

“Marrying me has consequences,” I said.

“Like taking your cock,” she retorted, trying again to push against me and get me inside. “All talk and no?—”

I slammed into her. With one brutal hard drive, I thrust into her slick pussy until I was in to the hilt. She sucked me in like a perfectly fitting glove. So fucking good. So tight. So hot. I strained to breathe through the need to pull out and pound back in.

She whimpered as she adjusted to my brutal drive into her. After all that push and pull. All that fighting and give or take. This was my reward. She’d wanted it, taunting me like that. Her thighs were slick with cream. She was wet, just as turned on as I was, but still, she froze in utter disbelief as I filled her so deep.

“Hold on.” She gasped, dropping her head back against the wall. “I haven’t done this in a while.”

Annoyance crept up the back of my neck out of nowhere. Until now, until Avra, I never gave a shit about my lovers’ pasts, but with Avra, I wanted to rip whoever she fucked before me to shreds.

Right now wasn’t the time to focus on that. There were other things on the agenda.

“Marrying me has consequences like you being my whore.” I slowly pulled back, loving the hot slide of her pussy wrapped around me.

Keeping only the tip of my dick inside, I tortured her, holding myself still, waiting until she squirmed for me tothrust back in. I repeated the moves until little mewled whimpers escaped her lips.

“You take my cock, like such a good little wife. Like such a good little whore.” I slammed in harder, shoving her against the wall.

She gurgled, gasping in shock again. She held onto me tight, unable to do anything else. Her lids lowered, hooding those sparkling green orbs of pure need.

Again, I pulled out slowly, tormenting both of us.

“Like shutting up and letting me give you the fucking you’ve been begging for.”

I gritted my teeth, thrusting into her harder and harder.

Her eyes closed shut as she moaned, and her pussy contracted and flexed, making my cock grow harder.

“Eli, I need.”

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