Page 150 of House of Cards

“Relax.”

“But I don’t want to…” I cut off with a mangled gasp when he tilts his head to give me a frustrated look and slides a hand over the top of my thigh to tease my clit.

“Oh God,” I mumble, my eyes rolling back. “Fuck.”

“That’s it,” he murmurs, sinking his dick a little deeper into my ass.

His finger speeds up, toying with my clit just right as he forces himself inside another half-inch.

I could stop him. I could struggle, shout, maybe try to bite something of his.

But I don’t want to.

It feels too deliciously wrong. Too ridiculously right.

“You’re almost there.”

Almost where? I know he’s still got inches of dick on him. Does he think I’m really that close to coming?

“Oh, fuck.”

“You’re doing so well for me, kitten.”

Faster. More pressure.

Another half-inch, maybe less, maybe more. I’m struggling to keep track of what’s really happening back there. All I care aboutis how good it feels. The stinging fullness, the pulsing ache. The tightness around my neck, the pressure that makes my back arch.

“You’re gonna take it all now,” he rasps, “and you’re gonna love it.”

He thrusts the rest of his cock into my ass with one brutal thrust.

I yell as he fills me completely, the ache becoming an even deeper throb. I’m clawing into the mattress, my mouth gaping as a shudder rattles my entire body.

Fuck, ithurts.But it feels so good, too.

His warm body molds against my back, hot breath tickling my ear.

“See what happens when you stop fighting?”

He’s still toying with my clit. But slow, too slow. I let out a muted cry of frustration.

“I want to come,” I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut so I don’t have to see him gloating at how I beg. “Please, make me come.”

“This isn’t for you, kitten. This is all for me.”

“I fucking hate you,” I blurt out, wincing when I hear my words out loud. I’m not supposed to be making him angry. The plan—if this fucked up scenario could even qualify as one—was to appease him so he’ll let me go. Not to piss him off so much that he changes his mind.

But he just chuckles. “You don’t hate me. You hate that you want this.” He rolls his hips, driving deeper. “That you wantme.”

His fingers dig into my ass cheek, but he stays bent over me like a beast as he draws out his cock and slams it home again. It still hurts, but in a way that feels so good, I’m pretty sure I’m losing grip of reality.

He tests out my hole with another slow in-out that has me groaning, then finds my ear with his mouth again, nipping my earlobe hard enough to sting.

“I’m going to fuck your ass so hard you’ll taste me in the back of your throat for the next month.”

Oh, God, I want him to.

The sound of him fucking me drowns out my wordless yell. His hips slamming against my ass as he drives every inch of his definitely-not-tiny cock into my asshole.

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