Page 50 of Tempting Kat
I push just the tip of my cock inside her, savoring the way her pussy stretches around me. She's so fucking tight I have to grit my teeth to keep from ramming into her.
“By the way,” I say, my voice strained as I fight for control, “I bought your apartment building tonight.”
“You what?” She tries to look over her shoulder at me, but I push her head back down.
“That shithole you live in? It's mine now.” I slide in another inch, watching her pussy lips stretch around my girth. “I'm getting everything redone. New plumbing, new wiring, actual fucking security.”
“Conrad, what the fuck?—”
“And that death trap of an elevator?” I grip her hips harder, my fingers digging into her flesh. “Getting replaced next month. No more climbing all them fucking stairs.”
“You can't just?—”
I cut her off by slamming into her to the hilt, burying myself balls-deep in her center. We both cry out—her from the sudden fullness, me from the wet heat gripping my cock like a vise.
“Fuck!” she screams, her back arching. “Oh my god, you're so fucking big!”
“And you're so fucking tight,” I groan, holding still for a moment to keep from cumming right then. “Like your pussy was made for my dick.”
I pull out until just the head remains inside her, then drive back in hard enough to make the bed frame creak. Her entire body jerks forward with the force of my thrust.
“Is this what you wanted?” I demand, setting a brutal pace that has her gasping with each thrust. “My cock splitting you open? Fucking you like you belong to me?”
“Yes!” she moans, pushing back to meet my thrusts.
I grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back as I pound into her. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, along with her desperate moans and my rough grunts.
“You think anyone's ever fucked you like this?” I snarl, slapping her ass with my free hand. “You think any of those boys you've been with know how to handle this pussy?”
Releasing her hair, I grab both hips, using the leverage to drive into her even harder. The headboard slams against the wall with each thrust, and I briefly wonder if the people in the next room can hear us. The thought makes my cock throb—let them hear. Let the whole fucking hotel know I'm claiming what's mine.
“Touch yourself,” I command, not slowing my pace. “Make yourself cum on my cock.”
She reaches between her legs, her fingers finding her clit. I can feel her movements as she rubs herself, her pussy getting tighter around me.
“Oh, fuck, I'm close,” she pants, her fingers working frantically between her legs.
I lean over her back, my chest pressing against her, and growl into her ear. “You know your apartment's gonna be torn apart for at least a month while they fix everything, right?”
Her rhythm falters. “What? A month?”
“You heard me.” I punctuate my words with particularly deep thrusts that make her gasp. “You're not going back there. The whole building's getting gutted.”
“Where am I supposed to—” She tries to look back at me again, but I push her face back down into the mattress to combat that bratty fucking mouth.
“It’s obvious. You're staying with me.”
“The fuck I am!” she protests, even as her pussy grips me tighter. “I'll find somewhere else to stay.”
I pull out completely, flipping her over onto her back before she can finish. Her eyes are wild, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted in surprise. I grab her knees, spreading them wide and positioning myself between her thighs again.
“You're staying with me,” I repeat, shoving back inside her in one sharp thrust that makes her eyes roll back. “End of fucking discussion.”
“You can't just—” she starts, but I cut her off by wrapping my hand around her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp.
“If you want to get fucking mouthy about it,” I snarl, leaning down until my face is inches from hers, “I'll stick my cock so far down your throat it'll fucking imprint on your esophagus. You understand me?”
Her eyes widen, but I can feel her pussy fluttering around me. The little pain slut likes it.
