Page 53 of Reluctantly His

The entitled prick was going to get my girl’s innocence, and it had me seeing red.

She didn’t say anything.

She just nodded with her eyes lowered.

“I don’t accept that.” I rolled off of her and grabbed her by the back of the neck, pulling her across my body with her beautiful ass in the air.

“Tell me you want him,” I said. “Tell me that you’re okay with him being the only man to ever truly fuck you.”

“I’m okay with it,” she said, and I slapped her ass hard enough that she buried her face in the comforter over my shoulder to muffle the scream.

My hand went between her thighs to her wet pussy, and she instantly angled her hips, giving me a better angle.

“Tell me the truth,” I said, rubbing her clit, making her so much wetter for me.

“No.”

I took my hand from her clit and I spanked her ass again, leaving a large red handprint on her perfect ivory skin.

“Tell me you don’t want me,” I said, rubbing her clit in tight little circles, making her thighs tremble.

“I don’t want you.”

The second the words passed her traitorous lips, I slapped her ass again for lying to me. Over and over, I rubbed her clit until she was shaking, and then I spanked her ass some more when she lied to me.

I kept it up, edging her each time until her entire behind was hot to the touch, bright red, and her pussy was hot and swollen.

My cock was so hard, I wouldn’t be able to take it much longer.

“Stop lying,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Fine, I want you. I want to be with you. I want to know what it feels like for you to…”

The silly girl couldn’t even say it.

“What it feels like for me to what?” I was taunting her now, but every second I saw her, knowing she was with someone else was torture for me.

“To make love to me, but I can’t. I want it, but I cannot be shamed on my wedding night. Please understand.”

I didn’t want to understand.

The last thing I wanted to do was have to understand how because of the job I had chosen, because I had chosen to do something worthwhile with my life, that I wasn’t good enough for her.

“I don’t make love, princess. I am not a boy you read about in your silly little sweet romances. I am a man. I fuck, and I want to fuck you. I want to bury my cock inside of you and fuck you until you’re screaming my name and will never forget who owns you. I want you to live the rest of your privileged, empty life knowing only one man will ever take you in the way you crave.”

“Reid, please. I can’t,” she whimpered, and I broke.

With an angry growl, I grabbed her by her hips and turned her around so she was kneeling on the bed, straddling me reverse cowgirl. God, I would have loved to watch her ass bounce in this position. I bet she would ride me like a thoroughbred.

I slid my body down so my face was between her thighs and then pushed her hips down to meet my lips. She tasted like the sweetest honey.

With one hand on the small of her back, forcing her to stay still, my other hand reached up for her head and made her bend down so she could start sucking my cock.

If I wasn’t going to get to fuck this perfect pussy tonight, I was at least going to taste how sweet it was.

I was going to make her come on my face so that every time he touched her, she would think of me.

It didn’t matter who she was married to or who got access to this body or anything else.

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