Page 26 of Black Hearts

“You,” I whispered. “You can do whatever you want to me.”

“And what should I do?” he said huskily.

“Fuck me.” I swallowed hard. “Use me to please yourself. I’m just a toy.”

It wasn’t like he would be the only one obtaining any pleasure from this. Letting him take me and use me like I was nothing more than an object which existed solely for his cock always made me come fast and hard. I loved it when he took over, loved it when he dominated me.

I’d never want it any other way.

Alex pinched one of my hard nipples. “This is mine.”

“Yes.”

He pinched the other one. “This too.” His hand wandered down to my pussy next, fingers stroking over my throbbing clit in fast circles. “And this. All mine.”

I nodded frantically. I’d missed this so much. “Yes. Please, sir, give—”

He shushed me, moving the hand to my lips instead. “I didn’t tell you to beg, did I?” he said sternly. “Get on your knees.”

I followed the order, sinking to my knees on the tiles. The water streamed over my face, wetting my wig and making my mascara run down my cheeks. I looked like a mess. A dirty little doll.

I looked up at Alex as he fisted his cock near my face. From down on my knees, he looked even bigger than usual. So purely male and powerful.

“Open wide,” he growled, before forcing himself between my lips. He didn’t give me any time to adjust. He grabbed the blonde wig and threaded his fingers through it, using it to keep my head still as he fucked my mouth in hard, urgent thrusts. All I could do was take it.

And god, did I love taking it.

I breathed deeply through my nose as I took him deeply in my mouth and throat, sucking and licking like my life depended on it. Alex’s gruff pants of pleasure made my core throb with hot anticipation. Simply pleasing him the way he wanted was enough to get me close to the edge; just one feather-light touch on my clit could probably make me explode.

I thought he would come in my mouth, but instead, he withdrew his cock and yanked me to my feet before spinning me around so that I was facing the tiled wall. “Arch your back,” he commanded, slapping me hard on the ass.

I yelped and did as he said, pressing my hands against the wall for stability. Alex’s hands coasted over me, two fingers easily slipping into my soaked pussy and another into my ass.

Seconds later, I felt the head of his cock against my entrance instead of the fingers. Then he shoved inside me in a rough, hard thrust. I cried out as he sank into me again and again, stretching me wide and filling my pussy with his thick cock.

One finger went back into my ass as he fucked my pussy, pumping in and out in the same rhythm. My moans turned into harsh grunts as he added another finger. I was so deliciously full, stretched beyond my limit.

“Every. Hole. Is. Mine,” Alex grunted, slowly drawing out each word. “Say it.”

“Yes,” I gasped. “They’re yours. Every one.”

“You need this.” He pushed harder and faster.

“Yes!” I moaned. “I need you….”

“Now you need to come,” he commanded.

The coiled tension inside me unwound at his words, and I came so hard my legs nearly collapsed. My muscles clenched around Alex’s cock and fingers, pulsing wildly. He held me steady with his free hand, a deep animal groan spilling from his mouth as he came too, hot spurts marking me as his again.

He kept holding me up against the wall as we recovered, hot breath lingering near my right ear. “Christ, I missed this,” he growled as he finally slid out, saying exactly what I’d already been thinking.

“Me too.” Shakily, I turned to face him. “I won’t forget this time,” I added in a murmur.

His forehead creased as he looked down at me. “Forget what?”

“That I’m yours,” I replied softly, my face flushing at the memories of my defiance and rebellion. “I promise. I’ll never forget.”

“I know.” He pushed me back up against the wall again, lips hovering right above mine. “You won’t. Ever again.”

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