Page 89 of For the Plot
I undo my belt, my slacks, free my cock, and drive into her in one long, brutal thrust. She screams.
“Say thank you for the spa day, sweetheart,” I grunt, hips slamming into her. “Say it while I’m inside this tight little cunt.”
“Thank you,” she sobs, gripping the edge of the counter. “Oh my God, Reece— Thank you.”
“That’s right. You take what I give you. You fucking take it.”
Every thrust is deeper. Wilder. My grip bruises her hips. Her head tips back, mouth open, eyes glazed. I lean in, biting down on her shoulder. “You were made for me.”
She whimpers, back arching. “Reece. Oh God— I’m gonna?—”
“Come,” I order, voice low and lethal. “Now.”
She fucking falls apart for me, crying out my name like a prayer. I don’t stop. I lift her off the counter, still inside her, and carry her down the hall. She’s dazed, trembling in my arms.
When I reach her bedroom, I kick the door open and lay her on the mattress. It creaks under our weight, and for a second, I consider being gentle. But the second passes when she grabs a handful of my hair and whispers in my ear, “I want it rough, baby.”
I flip her onto her stomach, yank her hips up, and sink into her from behind. She screams again, shameless, needy, wrecked, and I grip her hair, pulling her head back so I can whisper against her ear.
“You like when I fuck you like this?” I snarl. “Like you’re mine to use?”
“Yes,” she sobs. “Please don’t stop.”
“I’m not fucking stopping. I’ll fuck you through this mattress.”
On the next thrust, a loud crack echoes around the room and a leg gives out. The bed dips violently to one side. We both freeze for a second.
“Oh my God.” She laughs breathlessly. “You broke my bed.”
“You were the one begging for it harder, weren’t you?” I ask, sliding out and back into her again.
“You were the one”—she moans as I do it again, sliding into her roughly—“fucking me like a porn star. Oh yessss.”
“What was that?” I don’t stop. I don’t give a fuck if her entire building is on fire. I can’t stop. “Are you complaining about the way I can make your tight little pussy quiver and throb with just a look?”
She fists the sheets, pushing her body back against my cock as I drive into her over and over again.
“Nobody has ever fucked you like this, baby girl, and they never will.” I’ve lost all control. I don’t even know what I’msaying but I can feel her pussy clenching me so tight I’m seconds from exploding.
“Not even your son,” she says with that little fucking smile on her face as she looks back at me and that sends me over the edge.
“You are such”—I thrust harder, her body sliding forward so far I have to grab her hips and slam her back on my cock—“a little”—I do it again, and she cries out as she looks down and watches her release start to drip down her thighs—“brat.” I stay still this time after sliding in to the hilt, my release coming out in hot, fast spurts inside her as her thighs tremble and she collapses beneath me.
We’re both panting, our gasps echoing around us.
“I can’t believe you broke my bed,” she finally says.
I grin, still buried inside her. “I’ll buy you a new one. Steel frame. Reinforced. Military grade.”
She turns her head on the pillow, eyes sparkling. “Maybe a sex swing while you’re at it?”
I thrust again. She yelps, laughing and crying all at once.
“Dirty fucking mouth,” I mutter, leaning down to bite her shoulder. “Next time I’ll fuck you in it.”
She moans, biting the sheet, and I echo it with a groan, her name on my lips. I collapse over her, breathing like I’ve just run a marathon. I don’t pull out right away. I just lie there, pressed to her back, arms curled around her waist, cock still inside her like I can’t bear to be apart. She shifts beneath me, stroking my forearm.
“You okay?”
