Page 87 of Wedlocked

He grunted, and I kept going. “You need to feel claimed, and I need to mark you. When we get home, I’ll spend the rest of the day taking you apart, piece by piece, and then putting you back together in whatever way I want. But for now, be a good boy and let Daddy take you fast and hard.”

He wiggled back, and I added another finger, scissoring him open the best I could.

“It’s going to burn.” I warned him. “But you’ll like that, won’t you, sweetheart? You’re going to be so sore every time you sit down. The perfect reminder that you’re mine and no one else’s and I would never touch anyone but you.”

“God, please, Em.”

“What?”

“Daddy.”

I pulled my fingers out and thrust in without any hesitation. His knees buckled, and he groaned long and low. I put my palm over his mouth to muffle the sound while holding him up with my other arm.

“You make as much noise as you want,” I told him. “If anyone hears, they’ll know how much I want you, that you are mine to take anytime I want.”

He moaned against my hand, and I pulled back and slammed back home. His ass was tight like a vise, his body warm and greedy, sucking me deeper and clenching around me.

Leaving my hand against his mouth, I pushed him farther into the wall and started thrusting, He moaned and whimpered, teeth sinking into the fleshy part of my fingers, drooling all over my skin as I fucked him raw and hard right there in the bathroom.

Sweat beaded between my shoulder blades, and my aching muscles screamed. Still, I didn’t back down, fucking into him exactly how he needed it. Demanding. Thorough and controlling.

His ass clenched around me, and his back bowed.

Stilling my hips, I reached around him, slipping under the thong to grab his dick and squeeze the base. “I didn’t say you could come,” I said, rough. “I own you, and that means I say when you come. You understand?”

His head bobbed.

“You can take it longer, can’t you, sweetheart?”

He didn’t say anything, and I pulled back, cracking my palm against the side of his ass.

He yelled, the sound louder because my hand was no longer covering his mouth. I didn’t care, the animalistic, territorial part of me completely taking over. The daddy in me gave exactly zero fucks that someone could hear. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was making sure my Goldilocks knew his place.

“Can you take more?”

“Yes.” He panted.

My hips punched forward, and I ground into him, his ass cheeks rubbing against my pelvis. I swirled around and then leaned onto the balls of my feet, shoving as deep as I could go.

He keened, a hand slapping onto his belly as I rutted deep.

“It doesn’t matter how many drinks you throw on me, how many people you threaten, or how many times you misbehave. You’re mine, and that won’t ever change, Goldilocks. You dish it out, and I’ll take it. Then I’ll put you back in the place you belong, which is right beside me.”

“Yesssss,” he hissed, body like a rag doll as I fucked him.

I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back the orgasm that had been trying to erupt for minutes now. Maybe we both needed this because I just wasn’t ready to let go.

Grabbing a fistful of his hair, I pulled him up so his back was against my front, twisting his face toward mine so I could plunder the inside of his mouth with my tongue.

Palming his dick, I started to jerk him in time with my thrusts, lifting his feet right off the floor.

“Ah, ah, ah…” He panted.

“Now, come for me,” I growled in his ear. “Fill my hand with all that cum. I want every single ounce.”

I bit down on his earlobe, and his entire body spasmed, then went rigid as his dick spurted again and again. I cupped my hand around his tip, feeling the warm ropes smear my skin to create a puddle in my palm.

The sensation of it pushed me over the edge, and the orgasm slammed into me, making me groan low as my hips stuttered and I jerked and trembled, unloading inside him. He wiggled down on my dick, his channel clenching as he drank it in.

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