Page 49 of Eight Second Hearts

“No,” I groan breathily. “I won’t.”

He touches that spot and then violently fucks me with his fingers in short, rapid bursts. I jerk beneath him, crying out at the sudden brutal pleasure he wrings from my body. I gush around his fingers, squirting until I drip down my thighs. My thighs shake with it as he plays me like a fucking instrument. His fingers slow as he groans in pleasure, enjoying watching me come undone.

“Beg me for my cock,” he orders again.

Somehow, I find my voice. “No,” I repeat.

His fingers move fast again, dragging soft screams of pleasure from my throat as he hits my g-spot brutally over and over again. He twists his hand, prolonging the pleasure, until I can’t control the way my body leaks for him.

“Beg for it,” he growls. This time, there’s no slowing. He fucks me with his fingers, the wet sounds of his fingers moving in and out of me loud in the quiet room. I hear his zipper, and I knowhe’s freed his cock, know he’s waiting for me to submit. I cry out as his fingers stroke that spot over and over again, driving me insane. I writhe beneath him, my cries growing more frantic. The full orgasm slams into me without warning, my cries turning into a scream as he drags it from me, as I squirt around his fingers. His groan is music to my ears, so deep and guttural that it only makes me more desperate.

“Indie,” he snarls. “Ruégamelo!”

I blame my lack of control as I come apart beneath him on anything but the very real desperate need I have for him. I’d gone into this refusing to give up control, but that was before his rough fingers were buried deep in my pussy. That was before he dragged an orgasm by force from my core and absorbed it like a fucking incubus. I’m no better than the horses he rides.

“Please,” I cry desperately, unable to stop the word from tumbling out. “Please.”

“There she is,” he purrs thickly. “I knew you had it in you,periodista.” His fingers disappear from my pussy, leaving me empty and throbbing. I groan in protest, my knees digging into the mattress. “You deserve this for those pretty words.”

I get a split second to feel the mattress dip around me. I get even less time to anticipate what it’ll be like. The head of his cock is at my entrance so fast, I barely have time to process it before he impales me on his thick cock. I’m so wet, he slides right in, and he takes full advantage of that. My pussy spasms as he stretches me and bottoms out. I’m hyperventilating around my shaky moans. His own groan of pleasure goes right to my pussy, and I gush around him.

“Breathe with me,” he encourages, his hand finally leaving my back to stroke along my spine. “Respira, periodista.” I do as he says, trying to gather my sense as he stretches me wide. He’s thicker than anyone I’ve ever been with, and I suddenly regret not getting to see him before he buried himself inside me.“You’re taking it so well,” he praises. “Tu coño fue hecho para mí.”

I don’t know what he says, but it sounds fucking filthy. When he starts speaking in Spanish, strings after strings of words I don’t understand, I only grow more desperate. He could be telling me he’s going to murder me, and I wouldn’t fucking care as long as he fucks me before he does. Is it praise? Is he degrading me? Doesn’t matter. It still drops inside me and makes me just as feral.

He pulls out and strokes back inside, the both of us shaking with the pleasure of it. The words that come from my throat make absolutely no sense. I might as well be speaking gibberish as he starts to fuck me, slowly at first, before the feral anger returns. As if reminded that I’d refused to tell him my past, he growls under his breath, his hands gripping my hips roughly before he picks up speed and begins to slam inside me of me with savage thrusts that rock me into the mattress. I scream with every thrust, devolving into a mess of need. He could ask me anything in this moment and I’d give it to him.

“This is yours,” he snarls. “All of me. You can pretend all you want that you’re in control, but right now, you do as I command, and you’ll fucking take it all.” I don’t answer, mostly because I fucking can’t. I can barely breathe as he stretches me wide, as my pussy throbs around him. I don’t know when I start to cum on his cock, but I do know that once I start, I don’t stop. I squirt with every thrust, making a mess of the bed, as he claims me. “Say it,” he spits. “Say this pussy does what I tell it to.”

My fingers dig into the bed, searching for purchase, an attempt to hold onto control.

“Say it!” he snarls followed by a long line of Spanish. When I still don’t answer, his hand circles the front of my neck, and he drags me up. My hands fall beneath me as I try to hold myself up before he pulls me up too far for my arms to do anything atall. He presses me against his chest, but his thrusts don’t slow. He continues to pound inside me, making my ass shake with each thrust. His teeth scrape the shell of my ear, his hot breath fanning across my face.

“Say it,” he growls, his voice so full of gravel, it’s rough even to my own ears. “Say this pussy does what I tell it to,” he repeats. His hand squeezes my throat, a warning.

My hands wrap around his forearm, my chest burning with how heavy my breaths are. “My pussy does what you tell it to,” I manage to grind out, my voice cracking with each of his thrusts.

“Tell me you deserve this,” he commands.

“I deserve this,” I repeat, frantic as my body shakes. At this point, I’m not holding myself up. I’m only up because he holds me there.

“Tell me you’re beautiful,” he growls in my ear.

I hesitate, confused, before my lips form the words. “I’m. . . beautiful,” I rasp.

“That’s fucking right,” he groans, and rewards me by changing his angle, stroking up inside me with sharp, brutal thrusts. “You may have found us, but consider this us staking our fucking claim,periodista.” His fingers tweak my nipple before he grabs a fistful of my breast. “Ya no hay escapatoria para ti. Tú nos perteneces.”

“Yes,” I scream with no idea what his words mean. He could have been asking for my soul, and I’d have fucking signed on the dotted line in blood.

He chuckles in my ear, amused. “That’s my good girl,” he praises, and fuck yeah I’m his good girl. I’ll be his good girl for as long as he fucks me like this. “I think you deserve to feel what you do to me for being such a good girl.”

“Yes,” I hiss through my teeth. “Please.”

He groans against my skin, his lips trailing along the nape of my neck and my shoulder. When he reaches the curve wherethey meet, his lips seal on my skin there, his teeth sinking in, and I know he’ll leave a mark behind. It doesn’t matter. My pussy decides it likes that, and I shatter into a million pieces, my vision speckling with stars as I scream out in ecstasy. He groans against my skin, his cock jumping inside me as he starts to pump me with the evidence of his claim. He continues to stroke in and out, his rhythm suffering as he releases deep inside me, painting me with his control. I shake around him, my pussy throbbing with each twitch of his cock, with the feeling of both our releases running down my thighs.

“Perfecto,” he whispers, and it’s like I’m being told I’ve won some sort of award. “Absolutely perfect.”

I shiver as he pulls out of me, as the feeling of our combined juices make a mess. I have no strength left, but that’s okay. Ram supports me with his own, carefully lifting me and lying me down in the bed. I don’t move as he disappears and comes back with a wet towel to clean me up. I’m still shaking when he wipes along my thighs, mopping up the mess we’d made.

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