Page 86 of The Retaliation You Deliver
She nods, her tongue joining mine as I push it past her lips.
Threading her fingers into my wet hair, she scratches at my scalp making a growl rumble up my throat and my already hard cock to twitch in need.
Kissing across her jaw, I brush my lips over the shell of her ear.
“Are you sore?” I ask. “And don’t lie to me because you think it’s what I want to hear.”
“A little,” she confesses. “But not enough to stop you.”
Releasing her ass, I wrap my fingers around her throat once more, pressing my fingertips into the red patches from before, hoping to make them brighter so every motherfucker will know that she’s owned.
“You fuck up my head, Macie Fletcher,” I admit, staring into her eyes as her chest heaves and her pulse thunders against my harsh grip. “But fuck. I don’t want it to stop.”
Releasing her throat, I lower my hand to my length and find her entrance before dropping her down on it.
Her muscles ripple around me as she hisses at the intrusion telling me that she was lying earlier. There’s a part of me that cares, that wants to pull out and take care of her. But there’s a bigger part that fucking loves that I’m the one causing her pain, knowing that for the coming hours, days even, she’s not going to be able to forget me because every time she moves, she’ll remember this. Remember me.
“Macie,” I groan, stilling inside her body once I’m fully seated.
“Don’t stop,” she breathes. “I need—”
“This?” I ask, pulling almost all the way out before surging back inside her tight, hot body.
“Yes,” she cries.
“Might want to hold on, baby. This is going to be fast.”
Her hands wrap around my shoulders, her nails digging in causing a bite of pain that I feel all the way down to my cock.
“You’re coming twice before I fill your pussy with cum again, Red,” I warn her.
She nods as her tits bounce from the force of my thrust.
“Leon,” she cries as my fingers find her clit, pinching until it must hurt and sending her crashing into her first release.
My teeth grind as I fight to stave off my own, knowing that I need to watch her fall again before I allow myself to drown in her.
“One,” I say. “Ready for one more?”
“Oh God,” she whimpers. Her eyelids starting to drop with her exhaustion, her arms now hanging limply over my shoulder.
“Don’t pass out on me yet,” I chuckle, grinding my hips, ensuring I hit that spot deep inside her which I know will wake her up.
“Lee,” she moans softly, her head falling back against the wall.
I up the pressure on her clit as I thrust inside her at the speed I know she loves.
“Come on, baby. Come for me,” I demand. “Show me how much you like being impaled on my cock, taking everything I have for you.”
Her muscles tighten around me, making my teeth grind once more as I fight not to blow my load too soon.
She whimpers, her body tensing once more as her release begins to approach.
“Such a filthy little whore, Macie. And all fucking mine.”
She moans, her head shaking from side to side as she tries to absorb both the sensations of my touch and my dirty words.
“Who owns you, Macie? Who owns this pussy? This body?”
