Page 62 of Bound By Lust

“Frank what are you doing? T—” I don’t even let her finish that son of a bitch’s name before I spit on her pussy and start fingering. I raise my dress, using her cum and my spit to wet my dick, and like cutting ice cream with a hot ass knife, I glide in her pussy easily, slamming in her so hard she rocks on the door. “F— Baby wait! Th… we’re at a par— Uggnnnnn!” She bites her lips, repressing her moan.

“You must not know who fuck I am, Little Baby… I don’t give a fuck about none of that shit.”

“Bu— Ugnnnn th-they w-will hear!” I slam into her once more and her knees buckle against the door as I fuck her hard, massaging her guts as she convulses and tries to protest.

“Good. Let them hear who this pussy belongs too,” I smirk, turning her head, capturing her lips in a searing hot kiss, feeling her gush on my fingers while I play the piercing on her clit. “Fuck, you’re so hot, Jessica.”

I slide under her shirt and yank down her bra, using her juices and my pre cum to slide slippery fingers over them, teasing her.

“UGGGHHHHNNNNN!” She gushes, gasping. I pull from her, turn her around, and shove right back the fuck inside her, but this time I take her nipples in my mouth as she holds my head tight, keeping me in place because I know my baby loves when I suck her titties… she loves when I make them sore and aching to the touch. “Y-yes!”

I grunt, sucking them, using my other hand to rip her shirt off and my heart races and as I peer down at her heaving breasts bouncing with every thrust, making me fuck her harder.

“I’m going to fuck this pussy up, Jessica…” I rock into her shit. “Show Daddy whose pussy this is, baby.”

She looks up at me with plump wet lips and glazed over eyes, and my dick throbs inside her, but it’s when she stands on one leg and lifts the other long leg in a split, spreading that pussy wide open for me eagle style that I grunt, losing my mind. Something boils inside me and I pound into her pussy so hard the door rattles.HARDER!!! MORE!!! MINE!!!

“Fuck!” I grit out, heart racing, feeling hate bubble inside of me. I own this pussy… it’s mine… with every thrust, I mark her like a brand. With every kiss, I feel her coil her presence around me, making something raw and unnamable crack in my mind…

I feel it… greed for her, wanting to possess every ounce of her being… gluttony wanting to devour her every molecule… wrath, hating every man that’s ever looked at her… envy at not being her first. Sloth, wanting to spend all day doing nothing just buried deep in this mother fucking pussy… lust… every moan she makes is mine. All her juices… I want to lick up… the way this pussy tightens up on me as if she were made to please me…

I WANT MORE!!

I can feel it… the silence outside the door, the way the room beyond us dies. The game’s off, and that fucker is out there listening and burning with hatred.

Good.

My lips press to her skin between thrusts, whispering how much I love this girl… how much I’d kill for her.How I’d tear this fucking world apart for her…

“You’re mine,” I breathe against her neck, my voice a low growl.

“I’m yours,” she whimpers.

“Louder.”

“I’M YOURS!”

THAT’S IT.

Something lights up in me…

“Again!” I slam into her.

“I’M YOURS!” I feel her tighten around me, making my knees shake from how fucking tight and perfect her pussy is as she creams all down her legs and squirts over the bathroom as I slam into her once more.

“Fuck yeah, you are. I’m so glad you know, Little Baby,” I grunt, spilling copious amounts of nut in her pussy, making sure that shit touches the top of her uterus’s.

“UUGGNGNNNNNNN! YESSSSSS!” She creams again pussy farting when I pull out and nut splashes on the floor. I hold her up, kissing her when I hear the game flicker back on and I hear someone cough as if to release the tension in the next room, but this shit isthick…

I look down at her, glowing with sweat and I smirk.

Now he and everyone else knows too.

She’s so out of it she barely can stand as I help her put on her soiled clothes, and that’s okay, it’s not like we’re staying here anyway… in fact I don’t even clean up the mess.Why?

Let that mother fucker stew in this house with where I marked my girl.

Let him smell our scents that permeate this entire bathroom like a constant reminder that she is and will forever belong to me.

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