Page 61 of Doomed
I continue thrusting into Bianca’s tight pussy, watching her face contort. Her eyes are glazed, her lips parted.
“Harder,” she suddenly demands, her voice rough from my earlier assault on her throat. “Fuck me harder, Knox. Make me come on your dick.”
The filth spilling from her perfect lips nearly makes me lose control right then. “Look at you, finding your voice,” I growl, increasing my pace. “Such a dirty fucking mouth on you.”
“You—love— it,” she gasps, her nails digging into her palms as she strains against the spreader bar. “Pound me harder. I want to feel you for days.”
I grip the bar, using it as leverage to drive into her with punishing force. My other hand finds her breast, pinching and rolling her nipple between my fingers.
“Give in to me,” I demand, twisting her nipple harder as I slam into her. “You know you want to. Come on my cock like the good little slut you are.”
Her back arches as I hit a spot deep inside her that makes her cry out.
“That’s it,” I growl, hitting that same spot repeatedly. “When you come, I’m going to fill this tight pussy so fucking full. Going to pump you full of my cum, breed you properly.”
“Knox, I’m—I’m close,” she whimpers, her walls fluttering around my cock.
“Come for me,” I command, pinching both nipples now as I maintain my brutal pace. “Come now, or I’ll stop.”
Her walls clamp down on my cock, and she tenses beneath me. Then it happens—her orgasm hits with such force that a guttural scream tears from her throat as hot liquid gushes around my cock, soaking both of us.
“Fuck—you’re squirting,” I growl, my rhythm faltering as the sensation of her cunt pulsing around me has me on the edge. “Holy shit, princess.”
The sight of her coming undone—watching her body shake before me, feeling her sweet pussy squeeze me while shedrenches my cock—decimates my self-control. Nothing has ever felt this good. No one has ever responded to me like this.
“Goddamn, I love the way you shatter for me, only for me. Mine, Bianca. Say it. Say you are mine,” I growl, slamming into her harder, chasing my own release. Her pussy keeps pulsing, milking my cock as I pound into her.
My balls tighten as fire races up my spine. “Take my cum now,” I grunt, driving deep and erupting inside her, painting her walls with thick ropes of my release.
“Fuck,” I groan, continuing to thrust through my orgasm, making sure I pump every last drop into her. “Your pussy has fucking ruined me, Bianca. Nothing—nothing will ever compare to this.”
I collapse on top of her, buried inside her pussy, my cock twitching with aftershocks. “No other cunt will ever feel like yours,” I whisper harshly against her ear. “The way you take me, the way you squeeze me dry. Fucking perfect. Best I’ve ever had.”
I grab her jaw, forcing her to look into my eyes. “This pussy belongs to me now. You understand? It’s mine to fuck, mine to fill, mine to make squirt whenever I want.”
“Yes,” she breathes against my ear. “God, Knox, I’m yours.”
Her surrender hits me like a fucking freight train. After all the chasing, all the resistance, all the games—she’s finally admitted what we both knew from the start. She’s mine.
I stare down at her, at those eyes swimming with desire, at the way her lips part with each desperate breath. The way she looks at me—like I’m everything she has ever wanted, even though I’m the last thing she should have—awakens feelings I’ve never known.
Fuck. This wasn’t supposed to happen.
This was supposed to be a conquest. Another notch. Another woman to bend to my will, to use and discard when I get bored. That was the plan. That’s always the plan.
But as I look at her now, feeling her tremble beneath me, watching her surrender everything she is, I know I’m fucked.
She has her claws in me. Deep. So fucking deep I can feel them wrapped around my heart, squeezing until I can barely breathe.
The control I thought I had—it was an illusion. Somewhere along the way, I actually believed my own bullshit and now... I might have her tied down, might be buried deep inside her, but she’s the one who’s captured part of me that I never intended to give.
“Knox?” Her voice breaks through my thoughts, concerned yet thick with desire. “What’s wrong?”
Wrong? Everything. Nothing. I don’t fucking know anymore.
I press my forehead against her masked forehead, suddenly overwhelmed by the realization that I’m not the predator here. Not really. We’ve been claiming each other from the start, and somehow, she’s managed to capture parts of me I didn’t even know were up for grabs.
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