Page 21 of Faithless

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“Am I a whore?” she asks with a sweet little smile on her face. “Did you buy me all those years ago?”

Heat rushes through my veins, making my gut clench in unbearable pleasure. “I did. The moment I saw you, I had to have you. Just one look at that sweet face was enough to earn my devotion. I would have given you anything to make you mine.”

Her jaw clenches, and she swivels her hips and rams them to my own, making my teeth clench in unbearable pleasure. “If I were really yours, I would have your love. But you hate me. Maybe someone else will want to buy me after—”

I grab her throat. “Never,” I say through clenched teeth. “No one will have you but me.”

A look flashes in her eyes, and somehow I know what she’s going to say next.

I just know.

“Someone already did.”

“Never again,” I say through clenched teeth. “He’ll never touch you again. Only me…”

I thrust against her, and she whimpers. After flipping onto my back, I grab her by the hips and position her over me. I grip her hips and pull them tightly against me.

“Did his cock feel this good, sweetheart?” I raise my hips into the air, and she swivels her body, whimpering afterwards.

“No…” The word is breathy moan. “I told you he didn’t turn me on like you do.”

Pleasure shoots through my veins. I know she isn’t lying, and it makes me feel like I’m flying. I may not have her love, but her body has always been mine.

“That’s right. This pussy is mine. No one can make you come like me.”

“Yes!” It’s a shriek. My darling girl is close. She’s finding her own rhythm as she grinds her hips into mine, and those honey-brown eyes are glazing over. I grab her by the waist and yank her hips up, pulling her off my cock.

“No, no, no! Please!” she whimpers, and it sounds like a sob.

I laugh darkly. “I don’t let naughty girls come. You were a very naughty girl, Whitney.”

“Mark,” she sobs. “I was so close.”

She lowers her hand to her clit, but I grab it just in time. “No.”

She pouts, and it makes my gut clench. God, this woman is incredible. Who else would do this for me? Who else would be turned on by letting me punish her for fifteen years over her infidelity?

Who else would let me punish her for not loving me?

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Daddy loves making you come, but you’ll do it on my cock. It’s for me. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

I smile at her sweet, dejected tone. “Alright, bend over the bed, and spread your cheeks for me.”

She’s up so quickly, I laugh. My sweet, horny darling girl. I hop out of bed and step behind her, giving myself a moment to enjoy the beautiful sight.

Fuck, I love having her like this. Bent over the bed with her pretty, pink, glistening pussy offered in supplication.

It’s mine.

She’s mine.

I grab her hips and shove into her in one thrust. The pressure in my gut erupts into fire, and I release a groan. I grit my teeth to fight the wave of pleasure. “Alright, you can touch yourself. I want to be able to spank this tight little ass.”

I slap the side of her cheek, and she shrieks, but she doesn’t waste a moment before lifting her hand to her clit and rubbing frantically.

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