“You’re so fucking wet.” He said as he started sliding his fingers in and out and curling them inside her.
“Fuck.” She gasped, grabbing hold of the edge of the worktop to keep herself still.
“Let it out. Moan for me.” He ordered and she did, but not because he’d told her too but because it felt so fucking incredible. He pushed her right back onto the island, she felt the cold marble against her back and he ripped her underwear off her before yanking her legs further apart making her practically do the splits.
And he leaned over her and put his mouth on her.
“Fuck.” She cried out again before she could stop herself and he looked up smirking before running his tongue the whole way along her.
“You taste so fucking good.” He said and then he licked her over and over and she groaned barely controlling herself. She’d not let anyone go down on her, not in a long time because it felt so personal and it was almost like she’d forgotten how good it felt, how good he was making her feel.
She felt herself getting close and she gasped. He knew it too and he sucked harder, his tongue massaging her clit over and over and she groaned, barely able to take it before the orgasm hit her and she was screaming. Her head rolled right back, her back arched and she kicked out against his hands still holding her legs down and apart. It felt so intense, so much more than all the times she’d made herself cum.
He licked her up some more, waiting for her to finish and then he let go of her before stepping back. She lay there, legs still splayed, panting and staring right back at him. He looked down at her again, as if admiring her pussy and she wondered if she should have felt embarrassed or even self-conscious but she didn’t. She just lay there, exposed, open, for him to see.
He undid his shirt and she swallowed seeing the movement. He narrowed his eyes slightly. They were still dark, so dark and full of something that looked a lot like lust. He yanked his shirt off and threw it over the counter behind him and she looked at his body. She knew he was strong, she’d seen in from the tight tops he’d worn when working out, the way he carried himself too, the way he just dominated everyone told her that but she couldn’t help but admire those muscles. Fuck me, Maddie, she thought, the man was practically built like a god. She felt herself getting wetter again and he looked down at her as if he could either read her mind or he could see it.
He undid his belt tossing it in the same manner as his shirt and then he undid his trousers. But he kept them on, he was going to fuck her his way, how he wanted, showing her exactly who was in control he thought.
He towered over her, wrenching her legs further apart and almost into a full split and she gasped relaxing her muscles and not fighting him. Damn, he thought as he pushed her legs further, this girl could really bend. His body was over her, his face was right up there beside hers. She could feel the strength of him, feel the tightness of his muscles. His dick was right there, hard against her now but he hadn’t yet put it in her.
His mouth was by her ear now, his lips just a hairs breath from touching her skin. “I’m going to fuck you Maddie. Over and over. Whenever I want. When you disobey me I’m going to fuck you as punishment and when you’re good I’ll fuck you as a reward. You’re mine.” He said making sure she heard every word.
And then he thrust himself into her. Thrust hard, yanking her to him and ramming her hips into his. He wanted her to feel it, to feel the full length of him and he wanted her to feel how fucking great he could make her feel too.
She cried out half shocked at the force and half at the feel of him, at the pleasure he had practically forced into her.
“You’re so fucking tight.” He groaned before sliding back out and ramming himself hard back in. She cried again and arched her back. He yanked her top off, revealing her breasts to him for the first time and he watched as they moved with every new thrust. But he also saw the scar too and he frowned slightly.
He thrust again, over and over and she rolled her hips, moving with him, grinding against him. It felt incredible. He felt incredible.
She realised then that this was what she’d been missing, this feeling, this intensity.
“You’re mine Maddie Cooper.” He growled. “Say it.”
She looked up at him meeting his eyes and narrowing her own. Fuck him, she thought, sure he was giving her the ride of her life but there was no way she was just going to play submissive.
She shook her head and he turned his on the tilt clearly not happy with her response. He pulled out, flipping her over hard onto her front and she groaned as her face slammed against the marble.
“I told you not to fight me Maddie.” He stated before running his hands down the side of her and over the curve of her arse. Damn she really had a great arse, he thought.
“You can make this hard or you can make this easy but either way I will win.”