Page 234 of House of Cards

The head of his dick nudges against my pussy, pushing inside barely an inch before he pulls out. I whimper again, trying to buck into him, but his grip on my hair tightens.

“Uh-uh,” he warns. “This slut only gets what I want to give, when I want to give it.”

“Please. Please!”

I’m a shivering, mewling mess by the time he stops teasing me. Never giving me more than an inch before pulling away. Calling me names that should make me want to fight him off, but only makes me want him more.

My thighs tremble with the effort of staying open.

My arms ache from holding myself exposed. A bead of sweat trickles down my throat and between my tits.

“Please,” I whine, pitifully. “Please, I can’t—I need?—“

I cut off when he grazes his teeth against the side of my neck. Will he bite me hard enough to break skin? The thought sends a panicked tremor through my body. There are arteries and shit there. What if he makes me bleed…and can’t make it stop?

Jesus, I don’t think I fucking care.

I’d die happy, if it was at his hands.

“Please, Sir. Your little slut needs to be fucked,” I mumble, not even knowing where the words are coming from. Certainly notmymind. I’d never say shit like that.

Smith’s eyes meet mine in the mirror.

“My slut,” he agrees. “Mine.”

Finally—fuck,finally—he pushes inside me.

Inch by excruciating inch.

Intentionally slow, like he’s punishing for being so fucking needy.

My mouth falls open as he fills me, stretches me, claims me.

The burn is exquisite, an agonizingly hard ache that throbs in rhythm with the stinging cuts on my skin.

“Open your fucking eyes,” he commands. “Watch me take what’s mine.”

I force my heavy eyelids open, watching in the mirror as his cock disappears inside me. The sight is so beautifully obscene, it makes tears well in my eyes.

“Such a perfect cunt,” he groans. “You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to take my cock. Made to be used.”

I can only nod.

Smith moves, each thrust slow and deliberate, forcing me to take every inch of him.

“See how pretty you look when I split you open.”

I can barely keep my eyes open, so I watch, mesmerized, through my lashes as his hard shaft disappears inside me, as I stretch to accommodate his thick shaft.

“No one else can make you feel like this. Make you beg like this. Make you bleed and thank them for it.”

“No,” I whimper, sliding my fingers down so I can feel his cock sliding into me. “Only you.”

The smile that touches his mouth is so predatory, it makes my clit ache.

“That’s right, Zoey. Me. Only me.” He nuzzles the side of my neck, and I turn my face to him, staring blurry-eyed at him as his cock forces its way deeper inside me.

Our lips brush. He sighs against my mouth, licks my bottom lip, sucks it into his mouth. His teeth close down, hard enough to bruise, then he pulls away, drawing back just far enough so I canlook into his eyes as he grabs my waist and grinds me hard into his lap.

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