Page 60 of Exposing Adonis

I yanked at her panties and they tore off, leaving red marks on her hips where the cloth dug into her skin.

“Fucking slut,” I growled as wetness coated her inner thighs. That word made her clench her legs, but still she was fighting me. Her surrender would be so sweet. I pulled her jeans down further, until her muscled legs were bare to me. “You’re so perfect.”

I knew her. I remembered her swift movements when she had taken me down in Argentina. She wasn’t even putting half of her strength into resisting me. Because she fought to surrender, and I fought to subdue.

I grabbed her by the thighs, spreading them around my waist her ass tilting up to greet me. I put my weight on her back, and she tried to wriggle away from me. I bit down on her ear, and she winced at the pain. My hands fumbled to undo my belt and pull down my trousers, bringing out my aching shaft that was ready to take its place inside her.

One hand snaked around her to grab a perky breast, tilting her up so that her back beautifully arched for me. I wrapped my hand around her neck, tightening until she struggled to breathe. I wanted to control her air, her movements, her thoughts, her feelings. To possess every cell of her body.

I pulled her towards me by her throat until her bare ass was at the right spot for my invasion. My free hand grabbed my cock and slipped it into her warm core.

“Welcome me home,” I commanded, pushing further into her as she whined, her legs trying to crawl away, but her hands pushed up against the headboard, pushing her down. “You’re so tight. So fucking tight.”

I moaned through gritted teeth as my cock seated deep, down to the hilt inside of her.

She shook her head, as her thighs spread more, opening up to my invasion.

“Lea,” I moaned her name, bucking my hips so that my cock slipped almost all the way out, then plunged myself back inside. “Tell me what I need to hear. Tell me!”

I tightened my hand around her neck. She was shaking in my hold. My free hand went around her hips, down between her thighs to the wet little nub between her folds. I stroked it in a slow, agonizing circle, and her head flew backwards, nestling into my neck and shoulder. I leaned my head down, taking in the scent of her musk and jasmine before bringing my teeth to the curve of her shoulder.

I bit down hard, and she shivered again, whining at my assault, but doing nothing to get out of my hold.

I tightened my hold, doubled my assault on her clit, on her cunt, on the skin of her shoulder and her throat.

“Tell me what I need to hear.” I said it quietly this time, feeling her shiver beneath me.

Her skin heated. Sweat pooled between her shoulder blades. I bucked and pistoned inside her, building speed, bringing her close to her climax. This was what she wanted. She flexed and moaned beneath me, and right as she whimpered, ready to go over the edge, I backed off.

With my cock bottomed out inside her, I stopped. Her pussy clenched around me, thrumming and pulsing with need. I stayed still, my finger on her clit slowing its tempo. I brought my lips to the shell of her ear.

“Tell me what I need to hear,” I whispered as calmly as I could. “Tell me that you’re mine. My slut. My woman.”

She shook her head. A tear slipped down her cheek. She was holding on to the last of her defenses. The walls of our distance were crumbling. If she opened her mouth and those words spilled out, we would be joined. Intertwined. She would belong to me, and I would be hers.

“Tell me, darling.” I was closing in, my prey was in my sight, and I just needed the killing blow. “Tell me.”

I said it soothingly, my tongue reaching out to taste her earlobe and I sucked it into my mouth.

She gasped at the sensation, tilting her head to reveal more of her throat. Her sweet, delicious, vulnerable throat. She was almost ready. I pulled back on my hips, then thrust it in one hard go, her ass bouncing against me.

“I’m yours,” she whispered, shaking her head. She was falling to pieces. “I’m … yours.”

“More,” I demanded, pulling out to the tip then plunging in again.

“I’m your…”

“Say it.” My calm was falling apart. I wanted to tie her to the bed and use her at will, and keep a toy inside her between visits to keep her primed for my pleasure. It was a sick, twisted side of me I had never acknowledged, but there it was. Front and center, bursting through the dam of civility because of this little assassin.

“I’m your slut.” Her eyes closed, a second tear going down her cheek. I licked it away, tasting the salt.

“My woman?” I asked, slowly moving my hips, rotating them to push against her walls, but not thrusting enough to satisfy her.

“I’m your woman.” Her voice was a slow, low whimper. Just the barest breath of defeat. The single wave of a white flag.

My fingers worked fast and hard, feeling the roughened flesh inside her as her forehead slammed into the pillow as she groaned. My hand was still on her throat, her pulse hard against my palm.

“That’s a good girl.” I loved to praise her. “Tell me more, and I’ll make it all worth it.”

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