Page 17 of You're Mine Now

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he murmured, dropping his head to my shoulder, fucking me even deeper as I gasped at the sensation.

I arched into him, desperate for more, my body betraying the conflicted thoughts swirling in my mind. I caught a fleeting glimpse of my reflection in his mirror. The sight of my flushed skin, my lips parted in pleasure, struck a chord of regret. This was wrong, wasn’t it? But I couldn’t deny it—I was enjoying it, really, really enjoying it. The fullness, the pain that throbbed when he plunged deep excited me more than anything I’d ever known.

What the hell was wrong with me?

A dark shift crossed his features as if he sensed my thoughts drifting. His grip on my chin was firm, pulling my gaze back to him, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. He continued to move within me, the rhythm relentless and precise, ensuring every inch of me was consumed by him.

“Look at me,” he growled, voice thick with possessive authority. “Don’t you dare get distracted. You keep thinking about me. MY cock inside you. Your tight little pussy is mine for the taking. You understand?”

“Yes,” I whimpered.

“Yes, what?” he asked, his voice cold.

“Yes… Sir,” I added shakily.

His gaze softened slightly as he pulled out of me, his cock hard as ever, pulsing. He held it in his hand and whispered in my ear, “Such a good fucking girl.” He traced his finger along the front of my body, sending electric pulses through me.

“Are you… done?” I asked foolishly. My body ached for its release, but a part of me was so tired, so sore from his relentless fucking.

He chuckled darkly. “I’m just getting started, baby.”

In one swift movement, he flipped me onto my belly, my ass in the air. He straddled my legs with his muscular thighs so I couldn’t move an inch. His cock hovered over my ass in warning.

I whimpered as my mind raced through the possibilities of what he might try next. His thumb began to circle my tightest entrance, and I gasped.

“You like that, baby? Should I stick my cock in there?”

“Please, no…” I begged him. “I can’t. It won’t fit.” I shuddered at the thought.

He chuckled cruelly, and I felt his hot breath at my ear.

“Not tonight,” he responded, and a flicker of relief washed over me. “I need more of that tight pussy. I want to feel you from behind.”

He planted a quick kiss on my cheek, letting his tongue slither across my face, circling the edge of my ear, while his hand reached down, positioning himself at my entrance.

I moaned as I felt my body open up, taking him in, inch by inch. He pushed in slowly, torturously. My walls expanded to take him, pulsing as he drove his cock deeper. He was so thick, so big, the pain still intense as he stretched me with every thrust.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” he murmured as he gripped my hips, pulling me up to my knees.

“Good fucking slut,” he purred as he plunged deeper. “My slut.”

I gasped as his cock drove deeper, a dull ache pulsing through me.

“Why are you so fucking big?” I panted, struggling to adjust to him.

His laugh was low and cruel as he bent close, his breath brushing my ear.

“I love that it hurts,” he murmured, his words cutting like a blade against my skin. “You need to be punished—for all those years you teased me.”

His hands gripped my hips hard, pulling me back as he plunged deeper still, a shrill scream ripping from my throat.

“That’s it, baby,” he cooed, “Scream for me. I love the sound of your cries.”

I whimpered as he pounded into me, each thrust more intense than the last. From behind, his cock plunged impossibly deep, leaving me gasping, my breathing ragged. My body trembled, overwhelmed by the sensations. He fucked me hard, over and over again. It was almost unbearable, yet—I didn’t want him to stop.

The sharp edge of pain faded, replaced by a rising tide of pleasure that left me breathless. His fingers reached around to play with my clit, sending a jolt of electricity through me. My pussy clenched involuntarily as waves of ecstasy radiated from my clit, spreading all over my body like wildfire. I wanted to scream, to surrender fully to the moment—but I couldn’t give him that satisfaction. Instead, I bit hard into the pillow, muffling my cries as the waves pulsed through me.

“I can feel your body shaking,” he hissed in my ear. “Such a bad girl, you love every second of this. That’s what makes you my little slut.”

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