Page 77 of Absolution

“Good girl.” His voice is hoarse, aroused, and that alone makes me squirm again. I want him, and I want to run.

“Please.”

A hand lands on my butt with a loud smack, and a second time, a third. Again. And again. I lose count. When he stops, I don’t know if I’ve screamed, but my throat is raw. He caresses me, dips in between my legs, finds my desperate flesh.

“Say you’re mine.” He keeps caressing, building pressure. When I don’t speak, he stops. “Tell me.” Short, short circles around my clit, a barely there finger in my tight channel, unsatisfying, teasing, a promise of fulfillment.

“You’re evil!” I bury my face in the comforter that I’ve bunched up in my arms, clutching it for dear life.

“Yeah?”

He stops again. I ache. I’m so close. So, so close.

“I’m yours! Fuck you! Fuck me!”

His deep, dark laugh rumbles through his chest as he spears me on his fingers, thrusting, adding his thumb pushing at my tight rear hole, pushing, gaining entrance.

“Oh God,” I cry.

“Touch yourself, Kerry. Come for me.”

I swallow hard and push my hand between my legs, my pussy is raw, tender, tingling. My swollen clit only needs one last caress before I lose it, coming completely undone in his hands.

Christian

Kerry convulses on my thrusting fingers, her back covered in a thin sheen of sweat, her heart shaped little ass pushing back, inviting, beautifully reddened, her skin mottled from my brutal palm. I haven’t even gotten her out of her bra yet. I haven’t even gotten my aching cock out of my pants yet, but I enjoyed it too much, seeing her pain, and her pleasure, seeing her so unsure, and still so wild for me.

With a last shudder she goes absolutely still, only her chest heaves. My fingers are still in her warm, tight pussy and my cock screams at me to get the fuck in there, into her tightness, into that wet heat.

“Don’t move.” I stand and undo my pants, kicking them off me.

“I can’t,” she moans.

I laugh. Well, good.

“Safeword,” she whispers. She looks absolutely beaten, almost on the verge of broken. But I know she isn’t. I know she’ll fight me if she thinks it’s needed. And she might feel that way.

“What do you want, then?”

I may be brutal, like it rough, but I have no intention of assaulting her.

“Canada.”

I slap her ass, making her jump. “Fuck no. Something else.” I pull off my shirt and my briefs, taking my rock-hard cock in my hand, stroking it, almost trembling. Kneeling on the bed, I nudge her thighs apart. “Come up with something quick, Kerry, or you’ll have none.”

“Red,” she gasps. “Red!”

I put a hand on her butt, and she twitches, making me grin. I don’t want Kerry to be afraid of me. Out of bed. In bed, though, I want her hot, weeping, terrified and in rapture. My fingers find her wet, slick core. She squirms as I caress her, fill her, pushing, preparing her.

“Very well.” I line up my cock, my head to her entrance, teasing up and down, finding the right spot, making her arch up her butt to meet me. “Don’t abuse it.” I push inside in one hard thrust. Kerry squeals. Her knuckles whiten as she grips the sheet.

It’s pure fucking heaven. Nothing has ever felt this good. She’s tight, wrapping my cock in her soft, silky channel.

“Don’t resist me,” I whisper as I begin moving in her. I lean forward and grab her wrists, pushing them hard to the mattress. “Don’t ever resist me again. I want you; I know you want me. No more games.”

Thrusting hard, knocking the wind out of her, I flip her over onto her side. I hug her thigh to my chest as I thumb her clit with my other hand. Kerry’s wide eyes are dark, a deep hazel-green, framed by natural thick dark eyelashes. She stares at me in wonder, her eyes hooded with lust.

“I,” she pants, “haven’t, oh God—” The muscles in her neck tense as her whole body arches back. I intensify my thrusts as I keep massaging her clit. An intense flush has crept up on her cheeks. Redheads. They bruise and flush so easily. “—haven’t played,” she finally grits out. “I’m gonna come again!”

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