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“No arguments, remember?” The lines of his face were uncompromising and hard, and I shivered yet again. “And you’re thinking again. I don’t want you to think, toy.” He turned my head slightly, studying me. “You’re desperate though, aren’t you? That pretty little pussy of yours all wet and hungry, hmmm? You’re desperate to be fucked, aren’t you, toy? Answer me.”

The tears slid down my face, I couldn’t stop them. I couldn’t hide either, not from him. All I could do was nod, because yes, I was desperate to be fucked. I was desperate to be fucked by him.

“Say it,” he said, relentless. “Give me all the dirty words.”

“I…I…w-want to be fucked?—”

“No, you don’t want. You’re desperate, remember?”

“I…I’m desperate to be f-fucked. By…y-you.”

“Nice.” The approval in his voice made more tears slide down my cheeks and he watched, his gaze unreadable. “Remember though, this is not for you. This is all for me. So when I fuck you, it’s because I want to. Not because you want me to, hmm?”

I nodded automatically, now beyond speech.

Then he rose to his feet, pulling me up with him before marching me over to the sofa. But instead of sitting down on the cushions, he made me stand behind the back of it. Then he said, “Bend over. Put your hands on the sofa back.”

Anticipation and hunger almost strangled me. His hand was on the nape of my neck, pushing me down and forward, his hold dominant and forceful, and all I could think about was being in that room in Arcadia, watching as he fucked that woman, just the way he was about to fuck me now.

I was going to come. He wouldn’t even have to touch me. I could come with his hand on the back of my neck, just like this. Just like my fantasies.

My fingers dug into the worn velvet of the sofa back as his grip on my neck firmed and he hauled my wedding gown up to my hips. Cool air whispered across the backs of my thighs and I caught my breath.

“Keep still,” he ordered, then his hands were jerking down my panties, pushing the fabric until they slid around my ankles. I went to step out of them, but his voice stopped me. “No. What did I tell you?”

I was panting again, my breath getting even faster as he kicked my feet apart, the fabric between my ankles. The feeling of constriction was almost unbearable. I couldn’t stop shaking.

Then his hand was gripping the back of my neck again and I heard the zipper of his pants. “You’ve been fantasizing about this, haven’t you?” he murmured. “Me fucking you from behind the way I fucked Tina. Did you touch yourself thinking about me, toy? Did you get yourself off imagining my cock in your virginal little pussy?”

I shut my eyes, panting like a dog, the things he was saying, the rough heat in his voice making everything so intense and winding my desperation tighter. I shook as I held onto to the sofa, biting hard on my bottom lip as one big, hot hand slid over my bare ass cheek and squeezed hard. A cry burst from me, that become a wail as I felt the head of his cock press against my slippery flesh from behind, and press hard.

He began to push inside me, stretching me wide, relentless, and even though I’d already had the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced not a half hour before, another slammed through me and I sobbed, shaking and shaking.

But he wasn’t done, pushing deeper. It hurt and yet it felt so good at the same time. It was too much and yet not enough. I shuddered, gasping, my brain unable to make sense of the sensations. Then he pushed even deeper and I shook, my head hanging down, my breathing ragged.

“Take me,” he demanded roughly. “Take all of me, toy. You’re not done. I haven’t even started fucking you yet.”

I groaned, because now it was too much, the feel of him pushing relentlessly inside me, his heat behind me, the grip of his hand on the back of my neck. Then he began to move and through the burn and the ache of sensitive tissues being stretched, through the sharp bright pain, I was shocked to find pleasure beginning to gather tight inside me yet again.

“Atlas….” His name escaped me like a prayer as he began to thrust hard and deep, his cock sliding out of me then back in again, causing a relentless friction that had me gasping.

He was rough and like he said, there was no going easy on me and that dark part of me gloried in it. He wasn’t treating me like some fragile, inexperienced virgin. He was treating me as if I was as strong as he was, able to match his demands, and he wasn’t asking me questions. Wasn’t requiring me to think. The only thing he required was that I did what I was told and so that’s what I did.

“Atlas,” I whispered again, the pleasure getting more and more intense. “Oh my god….” I couldn’t do anything but grip hard to the sofa, moving with the relentless drive of his hips, the thrust of his cock getting harder, faster.

“Yes, say it,” he said in a voice full of gravel. “Say my name. Scream it. I want to know you like it. Give all of that to me.”

I groaned, obeying without thought. “Yes…I-I like it….Atlas…please.…”

“Fuck, I love it when you beg, toy.”

I was so sensitive from the orgasm he’d just given me and yet the pleasure in his voice had me on the brink of a second one already and I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t handle it more. Yet, more was exactly what I needed.

He seemed know that instinctively, because he reached for my one of my hands where it gripped the sofa, pulling it away and forcing it down between us, guiding my fingers to where we were joined so I could feel my own flesh stretched around him.

I shuddered as he pressed one of my fingers down on my clit, the thrust of his cock getting even faster until the combination of pressure and friction made the tight knot of pleasure burst apart. I screamed as the orgasm swept over me, then I felt him grip my hips hard, give two deep thrusts before he roared his release.

I shut my eyes, tasting my own tears against his lips.

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