Page 78 of Sweetest Revenge

I wiggled against him, trying to get him further in.

“I missed this,” he said as he finally slipped all the way inside. So deep. Filling me. Stuffing me. “How perfect you feel around me. No one else ever felt this perfect.”

Pain shot through me, but it was small and insignificant compared to the feeling of just how right he felt.

I couldn’t speak. I could barely breathe. My pussy was sucking him in, convulsing around him before he even thrust. And then, when he pulled out just a bit before bottoming out, I couldn’t take it. His cock was brushing against my cervix.

I needed it harder.

“Please, Warren,” I whispered, letting my arms wrap around his shoulders to pull him close.

His gaze was hooded, but he was watching every single move. Devouring me with his eyes now that, finally, he could have me. I was giving myself to him, wholly and unabashedly.

“Use your words, babygirl,” he said. “If you want me to fuck this sweet little cunt of yours, you have to say it.”

“Don’t make me,” I groaned and bucked my hips against him, but he didn’t move.

“Do it, Addi,” he commanded. “You begged for me so sweetly before. Let me hear it now.”

The brat in me wanted to revolt, to make him beg for me instead, but I was too far gone to listen to her.

He wants me to beg? I’ll do it better than anyone he’s ever met.

“Fuck me, Warren,” I moaned. “Please fuck my needy pussy until your cum is dripping down my thighs and I can’t even walk straight?—”

He pulled back and thrust into me violently, the gentle teasing version of him nowhere to be seen. This was what I wanted. For him to finally let the monster out of his cage. For him to ravage me. To break me completely.

He held me in place as he pulled back and slammed into me again. And again. And again.

“Yes, yes, like that, Warren, please,” I chanted as our hips met.

Unfortunately, he was right again.

We fit perfectly together, and each thrust was pushing me further and further into an inevitable orgasm. He hadn’t even touched my clit yet and was somehow breaking his own record for how fast he could make me come.

“You’re such a fucking brat,” he hissed. “You left with that asshole. I couldn’t fucking find you. I should punish you, but I think my babygirl likes it a bit too much.”

My eyes fluttered closed, my breathing hitched. Please do. I wanted to be that writhing mess again. I moaned breathlessly as he switched up his technique, fucking me in long strokes and delaying my orgasm.

“I’ll take whatever you give me,” I forced through my heavy breathing.

“Should I make you call me sir?” he asked, letting his head fall to my neck. His facial hair pricked my skin and only heightened the sensation as his wet tongue came out to run up the length of it.

“Make you kneel for me? Take my cock to the back of your throat while you gag for me?”

Oh god.

My cunt clenched around him.

“Fuck. So good, babygirl. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“No,” I attempted to hiss out, but it sounded more like a whine.

He chuckled, sending another burst of heat up my spine.

“You know I hate liars, Addi. From now on you can only call me sir,” he said, pulling away to look at me. “Think of it as your punishment for bratting, and every time you forget it, I’ll deny you an orgasm.”

I wished I would have just listened. Especially as that tingly heat started to expand from my belly.

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