Page 14 of Hard Boss

“For the love of God, please tell me you are on birth control,” he says.

“I am. Please, Wilder. Please don’t stop,” I pant.

“Are you sure?” he asks me seriously, leaning up a bit to look at me.

“Absolutely. No holding back. No taking it easy on me. I want you; the real you,” I plead.

“Take a deep breath,” he says gently. I nod and take a long, deep breath in. As I start to exhale, he slams the full length of his massive cock into me, and I scream. He stretches me wide to accommodate his girth and groan as he makes slow and short thrusts to help me adjust.

“Fuck. You are so goddamn big,” I whimper. He roughly grabs my chin and makes me look at him.

“You are mine,” he growls. “Mine to use. Mine to break.”

“Then break me,” I choke out. “Give me all of your pain.”

Wilder abruptly rolls us, and I can tell instantly that it triggers him to have me on top. He fights it and grips onto my hips as I ride him slowly. He groans and grunts, but I am positive those are memories. He is forcing himself to relive it with me, so I quicken my pace. “Fuck, you feel so good,” I groan as I bounce on his cock. “Look at me, Wilder. Look at who is riding your cock.”

Wilder opens his eyes and relaxes a bit when I smile at him. “She can’t hurt you anymore, baby. It’s just me and you now.”

“I’m so fucking angry for feeling so helpless,” he growls with his teeth gritted. I think his goal was to take over, but he got more triggered than he thought he would. I love him too much to not help him find his way out of the dark.

“Then do something about it. I am right here,” I push. “Fight me, Wilder. I am not fucking stopping until you do.”

“Goddamn it,” he groans when I tighten my pussy around his cock. I am taking him so deep that my belly aches, but I have a goal. I am not stopping until he takes control.

“If you aren’t going to take over, then be a good boy and fucking come for me,” I push more. I know it’s risky, but I know he is so close to breaking. “Go ahead, Wilder. You put me here, so come for me. Let’s see how many times it takes until I milk you dry. Will you cry for me, Wilder?”

“Fuck, Macie,” he moans.

“Aww. Poor little Wilder. Already about to come,” I taunt him. I can feel in his body that I am pissing him off. Good. The more pissed he gets, the easier it will be to fight through the flood of memories. “Come on, you know it feels good. Be a good boy and come. You are so close, aren’t you? So fucking eager to be milked by me, huh?”

“Fuck,” Wilder nearly screams at me, but he pushes his hips up.

“Good, Wilder. Get mad,” I encourage him.

“I’m trying,” he says, sounding defeated. I lean in and move my hips so that I am slamming him into me, but he could easily grab me and take over.

“Not trying hard enough,” I say with a mocking tone, making him growl at me. “You want to shut me up, then fucking fight, Wilder. What was this about fucking the bratty attitude out of me? I don’t see any of that. I see a submissive man being used and loving it. You love this, don’t you? Being at my mercy… Not knowing how many times I will make you come… How many times until you beg me to stop, Wilder?”

“Goddamn it, you are such a fucking brat,” he growls and grabs me by the throat to pull me down to his chest.

“I might be a brat, but right now, you are my bitch. Fight me or shut the fuck up and come for me like a good little bitch,” I say sweetly, before leaning down and kissing his cheek.

Note to self. Calling Wilder my bitch is a sure-fire way of getting internal damage. He tightens his grip around my throat and my eyes roll back. Pain settles in my belly when he lifts his hips and starts to fuck me as hard and deep as he can. Just before the world goes black, he releases my throat and pulls me down to his chest with my arms pinned between us. He quickens his pace and fucks me straight into tears, offering no reprieve. After a moment, he can’t get the leverage he wants, so he rolls me to my back and pushes my knees to my chest. When he leans into me, he is able to reach even deeper into my body.

“Fuck!” I scream. “Oh, fuck. That hurts. Oh my God, please don’t stop.”

“My masochistic little slut, begging for more,” he sneers.

“Please,” I choke out.

“Fight me,” he commands. I immediately start fighting him and it only fuels him to fuck me harder. He drops my legs and buries his face in my neck as I scream through blinding orgasms. I am trying to push him off of me, making him go harder and faster. I am nearly sobbing from how hard I am coming, and I hardly notice that I have my nails dug into him. I drag them down his back as he fucks me into oblivion. Just as I come again, he forces my arousal to flood out of me again. This time, he kisses me hard and shoves deep. His delicious moans vibrate through our kiss as he desperately fucks me deep as he fills me with his come.

Wilder falls down to my chest, and we are both panting, trying to catch our breath, as I rub his back. “I am so proud of you,Wilder,” I say breathlessly. He props up on his elbows to look at me, and I laugh at how his eyes are narrowed at me. “What?”

“You are a vicious little thing, Macie,” he says, and I can’t help but giggle.

“I saw that you triggered yourself, I pushed until you broke. Now, I think your dick bruised my ribs,” I say, and he laughs as he lays his head on my chest.

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