“And if it wasn’t?” I pulse deeper, pressing her open, before pulling back. Fuck, I love watching her take my cock.
“I want what you want.”
I don’t care if that’s just dirty talk right back at me or the truth, I’ll fucking take it. I grip the back of her thigh and squeeze, pressing her leg up and to the side as I fall on top of her, catching myself with my other hand up beside her head.
She cries out as I bottom out inside her.
Music to my ears.
My kitten. My Violet. Mine to fuck, hard and fast or slow or however I want. To fill to the stretching point, and then deeper still.
She’s so wet, and even though she’s tight as fuck, she can’t hold me inside her. I’m bigger, I’m stronger, and I’ve tied her down. She’s mine to do with as I will.
“Can you touch yourself?” Fuck, I want to watch her do that. I rear up on my knees, hauling her with me. I hold her by her hips as her arms flair wide, bracing herself against the bed for a second, then she reaches for her clit, her fingers crossing my wolf on the way. She has no idea what she looks like.
Time for that to change.
I thrust into her again, burying myself to the hilt. “Open your eyes.”
She blinks up at me, then looks to where I’m holding her tight against me, our bodies locked together.
She gasps out loud, and her hands fly to the pictures. The wolf first, then the dragon’s eye, then she twists to the right and left, looking at the others. “I thought you were writing your name,” she breathed, her eyes wide. “What are these?”
“Just some things I wanted to see on your skin.” I flex my cock inside her. Her wide-eyed inspection feeds something deep in my soul, that little kid that hid a sketchbook because he needed to be learning his lines.
“They’re incredible.” She turns her attention to me, her eyes bright and wet. “Max…”
Shit and fuck. No emotional tears. I slap the back of her leg, a stinging flat palm and her cry turns to a moan. I do it again, right on the same spot, and she writhes against me, her cunt squeezing me tight.
I push my palm higher, grabbing a handful of her ass. “Touch yourself, Violet.”
Her breath catches and she slicks her fingers between her pussy lips. I fuck in and out of her, my cock obscenely large parting the delicate folds of her sex, against her fingers and the dark curls on top of her mound. She’s beauty and I’m the beast. Even with my marks all over her, she’s still an angel.
I take her harder, one hand on her ass, the other cupping her other hip possessively. I’m twisting into her with each hard surge, driving against her G-spot. She’s rubbing her little clit as fast as she can, and her legs are shaking around me.
“Are you gonna come? Come on me, kitten. I want to feel that hot little pussy spasm so sweet, you hear me?”
“Yes…” She’s trembling all over now.
I spank her again, this time on her ass, and she screams out. I do it harder and she explodes, her climax hard and brutal and deep inside her. Her inner muscles clench around my cock, and I go crazy. I don’t want to hurt her so I pull out, whipping off the condom so I can stroke myself bare. All it takes is two savage pulls and I’m coming hard. My vision blurs as my orgasm takes over. I fall forward, bracing myself above her, and my jizz spurts against her belly, her pussy, between her legs as she twists beneath me.
She’s still playing with herself.
I’m going to fucking black out, and she’s rubbing my come into her clit, still riding out her orgasm.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life. My brain short-circuits as she pulls her hands up her torso, a wet, sticky slide that pulls some of the blue ink from my wolf and smears it up between her breasts.
I fumble for the velcro around her wrists, then we’re kissing. Her legs are still bound, but somehow I get her on her side, and pull one up, then the other, freeing her.
This is insanity.
How am I going to last a week before we get to do this again?
23
Violet
Idress carefullythe next day. Black bra and panties. Black high-waisted trousers and a dark blue blouse under a black blazer.