Her answering moan was enough for me to know she wanted it. I slapped her again, hard enough to leave red handprints blooming on the delicate white skin of her ass cheeks, and then I aligned my cock with her pussy and didn’t wait a second longer. I slammed into her and fucked her tight cunt in long, hard strokes, making her shriek as I pounded her deep, too deep.
The scent of her arousal filled my nostrils, making me groan loudly. I never wanted to let go. Never wanted to stop fucking her. Her pussy was even tighter in this position, and I felt my orgasm rising against my will, rushing to the surface. “Fuck,” I grunted. “You need this. You fucking need this.”
It wasn’t a question.
I remembered all the times she told me she hated me. All the times she claimed she’d never beg for me. She tried so hard to pretend she didn’t want me, tried so hard to deny me. But the truth was she fucking wanted me all along. Part of her knew it from the start, from the very day I took her, when she looked into my eyes from the trunk of the car. As much as she tried to push back, as much as another part of her mind told her to stop, it all came flooding out eventually, and now that desire was right here, wetting my dick so wonderfully as I pounded into her.
“Yes… yes, sir,” she whispered as I reached one hand around to furiously rub at her clit. “Oh… oh, fuck….”
“Take it all,” I muttered, slamming into her so deep I grazed her cervix. She cried out, and I tightened my grip on her left hip. “Take every fucking inch and be grateful, slut.”
“Thank you,” she gasped, more moans of pleasure bubbling up inside her. “Thank you, sir.”
“You’re mine. All mine.” I slapped her ass again, leaving another print. It was exactly what she needed. I felt her cunt contract around me in another climax, and I grunted, barely able to hold on as she screamed and whimpered through the waves of ecstasy.
I pumped into her four more times before stilling my body, digging my fingernails into her delicate skin as I roared out my orgasm. I made sure she took every drop of my cum, made sure I marked her insides with my seed.
Finally, I pulled out and stared down at her pussy. It was swollen and pink, droplets of white slipping out of the entrance. Fucking perfect.
Celeste panted and rolled over, holding herself up with her hands planted behind her on the concrete. Her lips were parted, her breaths heavy and rasping. Sweat was beaded on her forehead, just under her hairline, and a droplet slid down her red face, collecting on her upper lip. I hadn’t noticed this before, but there were a few small drops of my blood on her cheeks and forehead too.
She was so beautiful.
If anyone ever tried to hurt her, if anyone ever tried to touch her, I would destroy them. I wouldn’t stop until they were fucking annihilated.
I stood, pulling her to her feet as well. “Tell me,” I said, forcing her chin up so that she had to look into my eyes. “Tell me what you are.”
“I… I’m yours,” she whispered.
“Say it again.”
“I’m yours,” she said, more confident this time.
“Yes. Yes, you fucking are,” I said. “Mine.”