Josh watched her as he thrust. Like he was judging which stroke made her sigh, which one made her pant, and which one left her gasping and writhing on his cock, begging for more. But he was controlled, delivering brutal thrust after thrust, like he had made it his mission in life to fuck her senseless.
“See? Your pussy keeps clasping my dick, trying to draw me even deeper inside you. Because your body already knows it belongs to me.”
“I’m still my own person,” she argued.
“Never said you weren’t, lass. But we’re meant for each other. And you can try to deny it all you want, but this pussy is mine.” He snarled and hammered his shaft in short, brutal digs that left her clinging to him.
How had she gone from avoiding him at all costs to having him fuck her brains out? She hadn’t a clue. Except he pursued her until she caved.
With every pounding thrust, he drove her body higher and higher. Until she was on the precipice of coming.
Josh withdrew and set her on her feet. She wobbled and looked up at him in confusion. “Why did you stop?”
“Because you don’t realize you are mine yet. And I won’t let you come until it registers. Considering how thick that skull of yours is, it might take some time.” He shut the water off and tugged her out of the shower.
Her entire equilibrium was off-center. Desire pulsed in her veins. He briskly toweled her off.
Anger rose inside her. She didn’t want to play his stupid game. She spun around and marched toward the door.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Home. I’m not going to be played with and mind fucked by you.”
Before she could leave the bathroom, he grabbed her and forced her face down on top of the vanity. She saw him behind her in the mirror. He scowled. “So impatient. Just because I denied you an orgasm.”
She opened her mouth to blast him, but then he shoved his cock back inside her. She moaned loudly, her eyes sliding shut at the pleasure of him filling her. And from this angle, he felt even bigger, harder, more determined to drive her out of her mind.
“Look in the mirror. Tell me who owns this pussy,” he grunted darkly.
She blinked, lifting her heavy lids. The image of Josh taking her from behind filled her gaze. He shoved his cock in balls deep with dark desire illuminating his features.
They looked good together. Right, even. And watching him fuck her was hot as hell and turned her insides molten.
He wasn’t gentle. But then, she didn’t want him to be. She wanted him to be rough and manhandle her. It was one of life’s little conundrums. Because as independent as she was out of the bedroom, inside it she had to be dominated.
He smacked her ass. “Tell me.”
She jolted and moaned, loving the way he pounded her cunt and punished her ass. The combination was like dropping a Molotov cocktail on her system.
She shook her head in denial. “No.”
He bared his teeth and smacked her ass again and again, continuing his total demolition of her pussy as he drove inside with enough force, she was surprised he didn’t break the vanity.
“Tell me,” he demanded and slammed inside her so hard she went up on her toes and wailed at the pleasurable pain.
“It’s yours. My pussy is yours,” she sobbed.
“That’s right. This. Pussy. Is. Mine.” Then he fucked her like he was pissed at her. Smacking her ass while his cock drove deep enough to make her eyes cross at the unimaginable ecstasy.
Then he yanked her torso up. And in the mirror, she watched his cock slam inside her. By her ear, he growled, “Mine,” and smacked her pussy. Hard.
Her body detonated.
There was no other description for how devastating her orgasm was because it smacked into her with enough force her knees gave out. And if it weren’t for Josh pulling out and scooping her up into his arms, then carrying her into the bedroom, she would have fallen on the floor.
But then he laid her on the bed and crawled between her thighs, still hard as a rock.
He plowed back inside her. But he was no longer messing around. His need was too great. He gathered her close and fucked her. The headboard hit the wall on repeat while he screwed her brains right out.