Page 22 of What Doesn't Kill Us

I bring my hand up, balancing the bulk of my weight on one arm as I smooth her hair back from her face and off her neck. Bracing myself on my forearms, I lean closer and press my face against her pulse point, gently scraping my teeth along the delicate skin there. I trace a path down to where her neck meets her shoulder, earning a soft moan in response.

Pulling back, I look at her face, but she’s still asleep, or at least more asleep than awake at this point. I go back to nibbling on her neck and her shoulder, one side and the other. I shift down and lick along the back of her neck, anywhere I can reach without having to take my cock off her ass.

I shift my hips back until the tip of my dick is pressing between her legs, and I feel how wet she is. Pushing myself into her slightly, I pull back, only to thrust in a bit more until just the tip of my dick is penetrating her wet cunt. I grit my teeth, my eyes closing as I push down my urge to shove my dick all the way inside her and rut into her like the fucking animal I am.

If this was something we had ever spoken of, I would do it. But given her history, and the many unknowns surrounding it, I restrain myself. She needs to know what I’m doing. I want her to be fully aware of how I own her, mind and body.

I remain motionless, my cock still inside her as I brush my lips along her shoulder and up her neck. “Toni. Toooniii,” I sing song into her ear. “It’s time to wake up.”

She doesn’t so much as flinch, so I push my dick in another inch, my teeth sinking into her neck aggressively, my tongue coming out and massaging each bite mark as I struggle to hold myself in check.

I hear the hitch of her breath, then feel her ass moving, forcing me deeper with each rotation of her hips. “That’s right, baby girl. That’s right. Take what you want.”

She’s more awake than asleep now, and her hands come up, gripping my wrists where they’re braced by her head. She pushes her hips back with more force, shoving herself back on my cock, her wet pussy sliding back as she purrs beneath me. Then, she gasps, “Matt.”

I freeze.

What the fuck?

I raise my upper body off her and peer down at her face. Her eyes are closed, but her lips twitch a few times, and then she smiles, immediately breaking out into giggles.

Apparently, my naughty little minx thinks she’s fucking funny.

Which means she’s looking to get punished.

I growl deep in my chest. “You little fucking bitch. That how you wanna play it?”

I move one of my hands to the hair at the base of her skull, squeezing the strands in my fist and yanking her head back. She continues to laugh, so I adjust myself over her, my other hand grabbing her throat as I pull my cock out until I’m nudging against her cunt.

She stops laughing, choking on a moan as I grit out, “It seems like you need a reminder of who’s fucking you.”

I press my hips forward, pushing my cock all the way inside her as I pull her back against me, using my hands still gripping her by the hair and the front of her neck. I lick up the side of her face, then bite down on her earlobe, and when she tries to flinch away, I tighten my hands and growl, “My little minx wants to fuck around? You wanna find out, huh?”

She has a bratty twinkle in her eyes, the twitch in the corners of her mouth as she releases a breath, part giggle, part moan. I chuckle against her ear, feeling the beast rattle in my chest as I slide my tongue down her pulse point and bite down, sucking the delicate skin into my mouth until she moans loudly.

I release her without warning, using my hands to press my upper body away from her. I pump my hips, slamming my cock into her sharply, once, twice, watching the in and out slide of my dick in her wet pussy as I work to restrain my urge to fuck her into the mattress.

I move away from her, reaching my arm down under her hips and pulling her up onto her knees. I grab her arms, yanking them behind her back and crisscrossing her wrists. “Don’t fucking move. If you move, I’ll stop.”

She stops trying to speak and lays there face down on the bed, panting. I see her shifting her weight from knee to knee, blatantly wagging her ass at me, so I reach out and give one cheek a good slap. She yelps, so I do the same to the other side, then take both of her ass cheeks in my hands and massage them as I bend down and run the flat of my tongue from her clit to her entrance.

I stab my tongue inside her pussy a few times, then trace my tongue up over her ass cheek, licking and biting one side, then the other, before slowly trailing a line with my tongue to her back hole. As soon as she realizes what I’m doing, she tenses, her arms shifting away from her back.

I slap her ass again, my lips brushing against her reddened skin. “I won’t tell you again. Don’t fucking move or I’ll stop. And I don’t mean I’ll stop licking your tight little asshole. I mean, I’ll stop all of it, and I’ll leave you here, wet, quivering, and needy, with no chance for the release you’re aching for.”

She curses sharply and before she can talk anymore shit, I interrupt her, “And keep your fucking mouth shut. The only words that should come out of your mouth right now are my name and all forms of begging and pleading.”

She presses her lips together, then pushes her face into the mattress and mutters incoherently. She fixes her arms, crossing them behind her back and sinking her torso lower until she’s presenting herself to me at an even better angle.

I waste no more time talking; I start right back at the beginning, massaging her clit with the flat of my tongue. I cock my head to the side, fluttering the tip of my tongue against her clit until her breath catches, and I feel the tension coiling in her. I move up once again, penetrating her pussy with my tongue and fucking her rapidly as my fingers massage her clit. Her breath catches again, then she sobs, and I shift, my mouth taking the same path across both her ass cheeks until I’m hovering over her back hole again.

I rim the outside with the point of my tongue, adjusting my stance behind her so my knees are wider and pressing two fingers into her pussy while my other hand massages her clit. I add a third finger to her cunt, pushing my tongue into her ass, using my lips and teeth to tease and torture as she pushes back against me.

A growl vibrates up from my chest, the pitch and volume of her moans increasing with each stroke against her clit, the push of my fingers in her cunt. She quivers beneath me, so I speed up the movement of my mouth on her asshole, reveling in the sounds she’s making as the tension builds higher and higher. I have half a mind to edge her. To fuck both her holes and circle her clit right up to where she’s about to fall and then stop.

My beast purrs at the thought of having her curse, scream, and thrash at the pleasurable pain of being denied, but I push that idea back. Instead, I twist my fingers in her pussy, ignoring the odd, painful tension in my hands and my arms, the awkward cramping in my neck and back from being hunched over.

Her hips buck, her earlier inhibitions forgotten as she pushes herself back against me. She’s moaning, begging, and pleading for me not to stop, to make her come, and I pick up my intensity until I feel her quivering beneath me. I feel the pleasure unraveling, feel both holes twitching around my fingers and tongue as she sobs her release into the mattress, cursing glorious words of affirmation.

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