Page 53 of Reconciling With the Rival

“Are you going to fuck me or what? I don’t have all night.”

I grab the condom I got from her drawer and bring it up to my mouth, ripping the foil with my teeth as I keep my eyes on her.

Then, I shove her back on her bed like I did before.

“Take your clothes off.”

“No.”

I kind of like this game we play. The last time we fucked, she did the same thing—fought me at every turn—and I can’t remember a time my dick was as hard as it was then and now.

It seems arguing with Ella Williams gets my cock hard.

“Take your clothes off, Ella. Now.”

She keeps her eyes on mine as she drags her pants down her body as slow as she possibly can. Can’t she ever make this easy?

I roll the condom on, and as she gets her pants off, I flip her over. She’s lying on her stomach, her perky arse in the air as her legs hang off the side of her bed.

Before she can talk back to me again, I thrust into her.

And my God, it feels like coming home after a long day away.

Her pussy is tight, wet, and the best thing I’ve felt after months of fisting my cock to make myself come.

I can’t help the moan that slips from my mouth.

“Are you going to just sit there, or are you going to fuck me?” she asks as she pushes her ass into me, my dick going even deeper.

Then, I start moving, her ass bouncing against me as I slam into her over and over again.

She’s holding back, I can fucking tell, and it’s pissing me off.

“Scream, Ella. You know you want to.”

“I would rather die,” she tells me, her face twisted in pleasure.

Is death really better in her eyes than getting fucked how I know she wants to be? “Fine. We’re doing this the hard way then.”

“What does—”

She doesn't have time to finish her thought before I spank her again.Hard. And before she has time to throw another quip back at me, I flip her over, and my hand finds her neck.

“If you want to hold back your noises from me, then I’ll make it easier for you.”

Her eyes bulge out of her head, her pussy tightening as I look her in the eye while I fuck her. And what a sight it is, seeing her writhe underneath me.

Ella likes being choked more than anyone else I’ve been with, but actually feeling her get more aroused with my hand around her neck is spinning me out of control.

As I continue thrusting into her tight pussy, I see her hand slide down to her clit as she starts to play with herself.

“That’s it, darling. Help me get you off. Help me make you come while I choke you until you can’t breathe.”

I feel her throat move as she takes small breaths, obviously wanting to say something, but with all the back talk she gave me, she doesn't deserve it.

I grab her legs and hoist them onto my shoulders before I throw her hand off her clit and take control. She doesn't deserve to get herself off. That’s my fucking job.

I’m in control here, not her. And God, it feels good finally having her submit to me after all the times she stood her ground. Don’t get me wrong, I love making her face red and arguing with her. It feels good knowing I get under her skin as much as she does mine.

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