Page 58 of The Trap

“You’ll get punished,” I cut her off. Knowing that’s exactly what she wants to hear.

Transferring to her tiptoes, she brings her soft lips to my ear. “Did you ever consider that maybe I want to have that big, veiny cock and all its adornments punish me?” she whispers, knowing exactly what she’s doing–driving me fucking crazy.

She settles back on her feet, those vixen eyes toying with me, waiting for me to make a move. A guttural growl vibrates my entire body as I press her lips to mine, but instead of a kiss, I bite her bottom lip, hard. Iron spreads onto my taste buds as I suck it into my mouth, eliciting the most erotic cries from her, each one driving more blood to my already rigid cock.

Kneading her lips with my teeth a little more before I release them from my possession, I skate my mouth to her ear. “You aren’t the only one who’s stubborn here. I’ve waited for too long to have you like this. Tell me what my ears have craved since I fell for you.” My plea is a command because I need to hear it. I need to know that it’s not just this setting we’ve been forced into, that her stubborn spirit and her perfect fucking body want me like I havealwayswanted her.

She looks at me, but her mouth is still as she spins around. Pressing her tits against the glass, she arches her back, waiting for me to fuck her. Conflict arises in me. This is what I want, right? Her body, willing and ready for me. But there’s a bigger part of me, buried deep inside, that wants more than that. I want to hear her confirm what’s been living between us. But I’d be a fool for giving up this opportunity for her to bless my cock with that sweet, tight cunt of hers.

Following her lead, I adjust my stance, pressing the head of my cock at her entrance while I wait for her to say what I need her to. I guide my pierced tip to her wetness, swirling it around her soft lips. No response–other than moans–sounds. Disappointment nips at me because I want–no, Ineed–to hearher say “I want you.” But she won’t, so I let her win this one because I'm desperate for her. Addicted to each and every part of her, lies and stubbornness included. So, if getting my fix means I only get a piece of her, then I’ll take what she gives me and in return give her everything that I have.

My fist reaches for her hair, and I gather it, draping it onto one shoulder as my lips descend onto her neck. Trailing soft kisses on her skin, my mouth quickly loses all control, nibbling and licking and kissing her like a fiend.

“I want you,” she whimpers, raw and needy.

Finally, music to my fucking ears.

Excitement burrows itself inside of me at witnessing her reluctance melt away. I groan against her skin, taking my sweet time kissing up her neck. “Was that so fucking difficult?” I patronize.

“No,” she whines, goosebumps prickling her skin. “Stop teasing me with your kisses,” she pleads.

Except I don’t. I continue kissing her neck until I make it to the top of her spine, where I slow the tempo of my lips on her smooth skin, giving every inch of her the attention it deserves.It’s addicting feeling her stubborn exterior melt at my touch. Bending against her will. Breaking all her rules while giving me all I’ve ever wanted…her.

“What are you doing?” her question quickly becomes lost in her mewling.

In between kisses I respond. “Right now, I’m kissing you. Letting your body know that it’s my lips and my lips alone that will be responsible for making you scream in pleasure and come undone.”

“Fuck,” she groans. “I need more.”

“I know you do. Now use that fresh mouth of yours and tell me how you want to be fucked.”

“Hard,” she bellows. “Make it hard. Make it hurt and let my cunt know who owns it.”

My cock twitches from her needy plea as I reach over her, gathering some cum from between her full tits. Swirling my seed onto my finger, I slither my hand down her torso until I land on her clit.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” I groan, swirling my hand on her sensitive bud. I tease her before dipping into her wet walls, readying her for my cock. Just like the good girl she is, she rides my hand, adjusting the tempo as she fucks herself with it.

“Tell me, little liar, who owns this pussy?” I ask, already knowing, but fucking Christ if I don’t need to hear it again.

“You do. It’s yours, Colson.” Her breathy admission is all I need. I drop my palm to her ass, spanking it before I realign the head of my cock to her pussy.

Unable to delay being inside of her anymore, I dive in. A collective moan erupts from each of us, both relieved and craving more. That first thrust is nirvana, bliss like I could never even fathom.

Grabbing her hair, I rein her in, using her onyx locks like a leash that’s latched ontomyproperty as I drive deeper into her.

“Fuck,” she screeches, as I push another inch inside her. “You’re so big, I can’t–” she begins, but I cut her off, taking her hair and wrapping it around her neck like a collar.

“Yes, you can. This pussy was made for me. So you’ll take every inch of me and get that wet, juicy cunt used to its new owner,” I encourage her, as her responsive walls clench around my girth, suffocating every inch of my length.

“Ah,” she sighs, muffling herself.

I tighten my hold on her hair, clicking my tongue. “Don’t be shy, pretty girl. Let my brother hear how good I make you feel. It’s time he learns what you sound like when you’re screaming my name out loud instead of in your head, like you did when hewas fucking what’s mine,” I groan sadistically, keeping tempo as I draw my pierced shaft in and out of her.

With every thrust, her ass ripples, bouncing off me, and it’s too fucking delicious of a sight not to stare.

“Colson.” My name on her sultry breath feels like someone is stabbing my fucking heart. It sounds so perfect, like it was meant to roll off her tongue.

“Yes, mama?” I singsong, now fully fucking her with everything I have, her tight, wet pussy tightening around me.

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