Page 43 of Hitch
I bite again, and again, down her stomach, trailing all the way to her cunt. Her knees bend, and she thrusts her pussy closer to my face. As much as her cries protest, her bodyknowswhat she craves. And I’m the only one who can give her everything she secretly wants.
“No,” she cries. “Please. Stop—”
But even as she says those words, those strong legs wrap around my head, pulling me deeper into her cunt and ass. I ravish her, devouring every piece of flesh I can get my mouth on. Forcing my tongue into each delicious crevice. Tasting her. Salty and sweet. All fucking perfection.
I want to make her come all over me, but I force myself to stop and finish my plan. If my little Hitch wants to fight me, to pretend like she doesn’t want this, then I’ve got an alternative solution. I hitch each of her ankles, just like her wrists, down to the bottom bedposts, but this time, I give her ankles plenty of slack, so that I can move her in all the right ways. After that, she’s spread like a dandelion, tears already running down her cheeks, streaking her skin gray with leftover makeup. Her stomach is marked in red nibbles from my teeth. And she’s a goddamn masterpiece.
I pull out my dick, letting my jeans hang on my hips. I tear off my flannel shirt, and her eyes widen as she takes me in. Shirtless. Muscle and brawn. Tattoos covering my neck, chest, and arms. My dick in my palm. I stroke myself, my gaze locked on hers, and her eyes look like they’re made of the most elegant red oak wood I’ve ever seen. She’s perfection, and that perfection is spread out for me.
“Please,” she cries. “Stop. I don’t want this. I don’t—”
“That’s not what your body was telling me in your sleep,” I growl. Still fisting my dick with one hand, I drag my other hand between her legs, her sopping cunt drenching my fingertips. She shudders in shame and lust, and I rub her juices all over her face. “Tell me what this is, Hitch. Is it a mistake? Did you piss yourself, or are you wet because you know how much you want me to take that pretty little ass of yours?”
She whimpers, and the blood that’s left in my brain goes straight to my dick. I don’t know what it is about this woman; I’ve always liked rough sex, but with Reggie, it’s like a demon has taken hold of my soul and has shifted me into an ungodly spirit. Like I’m an evil creature from out of this world.
“I just—” she stammers. “I can’t—”
A tint of red spreads across her amber skin, coating her in a dark pink glow. And I know what this is: she’s embarrassed. It’s her ass. It’s not normal to have anal sex. It’s shameful. A damn perversion. And as much as her body knows what it wants, my woman’s brain is blocking her from that enjoyment.
But I don’t care.
I could destroy her. Fuck her raw. Make her ass bleed for days, so that she can’t sit or shit right without thinking of me. The idea has its appeal.
But what I want—what Ireallywant—is for her to beg me to come.
“I’m going to be honest with you right now, Hitch,” I say. “You’re nothing but a set of holes for me to use.”
But goddamn, I’m going to use every fucking inch of her.
She whimpers again, and I lay down between her legs, then praise that pretty cunt and ass with my tongue, worshiping every layer like the goddess that she is. Despite all of her rejection and protesting, she moans, and I shove my hand underneath me, humping my palm as I lick and taste her, bringing my mouth down to her dark hole. My free hand slides up to her clit, rubbing that bundle of nerves in lazy circles as I tease her sharp, dark ridges with my tongue. Her hips twitch forward, rubbing her slit on my face. She’s so fucking delicate and sweet, I can barely contain myself, but taking it slow is worth it.
I take my finger down, slowly penetrating her ass. This time, she opens up for me, swallowing my finger up. She’s smooth, and my dick hardens, so damn uncomfortable with my entire body weight straining against it, but I can’t help myself. I get two fingers in her ass, then three, and I know she’s ready for me.
I put a pillow under her hips to lift her up for me, then move her knees so she’s right where I want her. Then, I kneel between her thighs and thrust once inside of her pussy, getting my dick lubed up with her wetness. For a few seconds, I hold my cock in my palms. Her cheeks are red, her eyes glazed, and she looks about two thrusts away from coming like a geyser.
But this isn’t about her orgasm.It’s about claiming her.About showing her that I may share her, but she’smine.
All fucking mine.
I put the head of my dick into her dark, tight opening, and she tenses up, clenching around the crown like it’s a life preserver and she’s about to drown. I hold my expression steady and emotionless, but inside, I’m reeling. It’s hard not to fuck her into oblivion, so instead, I tease her back and forth, rubbing the crown of my dick against those soft ridges.
“Tell me how it feels,” I demand, barely keeping myself in check.
Her eyes latch onto me. “More,” she says.
Greedy little thing.
I push in another inch, waiting for her to adjust. It’s torture, but I hold back, observing each little flinch on her face. She shifts around me, her smooth walls crushing my dick, and I press in another inch, and then another, bending slightly to flick my fingertip across her clit.
“More,” she begs again.
This time, it’s all I can take. I shove straight to the hilt, impaling her ass and holding her there. She moans, blinking up with tears in her eyes, desire pushed to the brim, and it’s so fucking beautiful that I can barely handle it. Her hips gyrate around me as her body demands more.
“Tell me how much you hate it,” I growl. “Lie to me, Reggie. Tell me you hate every second of it.”
“I—” she trembles, but the words don’t come out. I study the movement of her hips, then I follow suit, fucking her ass just like she likes it.
“God, this feels so good,” she mumbles, and I howl like a man possessed, throwing my head back as I try to keep myself in check. Her legs twitch around me, hugging me closer, and her back arches, nearing that peak. I dig my nails into her waist, and then—
