Page 16 of Roxanne

“Say it,” Storm demands. “Beg me to stop.”

“Please stop,” I cry, and Storm chuckles.

“Say your safe word, Roxy. Begging isn’t enough, say the word. Last chance.”

Maybe I should. Maybe I should beg Storm to stop, and scream my safe word at the top of my lungs. But I don’t.

Maybe I am a dirty fucking slut, but I’ve never felt more alive.

I shake my head.

“I’ll be your death then, Little Sinner. You’ll never be free of me,” he vows, and for some reason, I pray that he means every word.

“Fuck me, Storm. Shut up, and fucking break me!” I cry, wrapping my arms around his neck, and pulling him down to me for a kiss. It’s hard and painful, but he melts into me, groaning against my lips. Our tongues tangle, and I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him down to me until my center is against his hardness.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” Storm praises. I hold on tight as he pulls back, creating enough space between us so he can line the tip of his cock up with my entrance. He meets my eyes, his brown ones filling with so much emotion I nearly cry. As he slides into me slowly, I gasp. He meets resistance, and then slides out slightly, before pushing in harder this time.

“Harder,” I gasp, clawing at his skin. He starts moving slowly, the pain only lasting for a few seconds, before he’s giving me exactly what I asked for. “Harder, Storm!”

He pulls himself almost all the way out, before sliding back in slowly.

“Scream for me, Little Sinner. Let everyone hear what a dirty fucking slut you are. My fucking slut,” Storm growls, in my ear, as he wraps his arms around me, and thrusts in and out at a maddeningly slow pace.

“Fuck me harder, Storm. Fuck me like I’m your dirty slut!” I demand because the pain of him thrusting his massive cock into me is tolerable, but now I want him to undo me. Make me his until I can’t remember anything before this moment.

I meet each thrust of his hips with my own, as he buries his face against my neck and breathes me in. Pushing him back, I kiss him once more before he’s kneeling.

“Fuck me hard,” I demand. Storm grips my hips in both his hands, hard enough to leave marks, and starts thrusting at a wild pace. “Fuck, yes!” I moan.

“Say my name, Roxy,” Storm demands, and I shake my head. “Say my fucking name, Roxanne.” His hand reaches up to wrap around my throat, and he steals my air.

I gasp, panic setting in too quickly. He grips my hips even harder, lifting my ass just enough to hit a new spot that makes me see stars. I scream, but no sound comes out. He’s still restricting my air.

“Fuck, Roxy…” Storm grunts and my pussy explodes around him in a gush of wetness as I milk his cock. He releases my throat, and I scream his name over and over.

“Storm!” I moan, as he pulses inside me, coming with me.

As the high of the orgasm eases, my head falls back, and the world goes black.

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Storm

She’s so beautiful when she sleeps. As soon as she came, she passed out, curling into a ball. I watch her as she sleeps, wanting to sink inside her once again.

But I’ll give her some time to heal before I fuck her again.

I head to the bathroom to grab a cloth to clean her with but decide a bath is better. I don’t want to wash my scent from her skin, but now that I’ve made her mine, I’ll be fucking her again very soon.

When I pulled her key, I had been fully prepared to drag her out of here. I thought for sure she would use her safe word the second I locked her in the room with me.

Instead, she got this sexy as fuck look of determination in her eyes.

My mouth waters as I think of the way she screamed for me, over and over.

I turn the hot water on in the tub and wait for it to warm before pushing down the plug. I add some salts to the water and watch it fill up before returning to wake her up.

“I love you,” I whisper, as I brush a loose curl behind her ear.

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