Page 122 of Money Reigns
“Yeah,” I grit, driving deeper. “That’s what I fucking wanted.”
She claws at my back, hips jerking beneath mine, and I don’t let her find a rhythm. I pin her down and take. Hard. Relentless. My cock splitting her open, dragging filthy sounds from her mouth every time I slam into her.
“You want the truth?” I snarl in her ear. “You’re the only woman who’s ever made me lose control. The only one I’ve ever wanted to fuck until I break.”
She cries out, nails digging deep, legs wrapped tight around me like she doesn’t want me to leave even if I tried.
“You’re wrecked for me,” I growl, hips slamming into hers. “Owned and open, just the way I want you.”
“Please, don’t stop,” she pants. “I-I need it. I need all of it.”
She sobs my name, begging for more, and I give it to her, deeper, harder; fucking her like a man who’s finally accepted his goddamn fate.
Her pussy clenches around me like she was made to be fucked stupid.
And I plan to keep going until she is.
Until her voice is wrecked from screaming my name. Until her thighs are shaking so hard she can’t stand. Until every inch of her body remembers who she belongs to.
Me.
Only me.
Her nails rake down my back as I pound into her, unrelenting. Her cries are high, broken, and desperate, but she’s not telling me to stop.
She’s telling me to take more.
“Look at me,” I growl, hand gripping her jaw as I slam in deep.
Her eyes flutter open, glassy and wide. Red-cheeked. Wrecked.
There it is.
That fucking look I’ll never get tired of.
“Say it,” I snarl. “Say what I want to hear. Say this body obeys me.”
“Yes,” she gasps, voice cracking. “It does—I do!”
“That’s my good girl.”
I shift her legs higher, spreading her open, burying myself even deeper, so deep she chokes on a sob and grabs for anything she can find.
“Too much?” I hiss, voice dark, cock still driving hard.
She shakes her head. Whimpering. Eyes wild.
“Good girl.”
Her breath stutters. Her walls clench again, tight, soaked, gripping me like her cunt knows it’s about to be claimed.
“You gonna come for me again?” I rasp. “You gonna soak my cock like a filthy little toy?”
“Yes,” she cries, legs shaking. “Please, Warren—I need it, I need to come!”
“Not yet,” I whisper against her lips.
She whimpers frustrated as I slow my movements to punishing strokes that build heat and torment in equal measure.
