Page 37 of Rogue

You had to learn it quick. Get it wrong, and some Caporegime might just lope off your balls for his prick teasing daughter’s imaginary honour.

Jane Porter was definitely the latter.

The little minx was enjoying this. She just didn’t want to admit it, most of all, to herself.

Then she opened her mouth, and for a single, long moment, I thought she would say it, but then she closed it again and looked away, refusing to meet my eyes.

“Go on,” I pressed, and gave her ass another smack. She jumped at the contact, but still refused to speak. “All you have to do is say stop, and I will.” I leant in closer. My voice was a low growl in her ear while I lay my spanking hand down on her abused buttocks. “That’s what you want right, for me to stop and go?”

She gasped as I cupped her derriere, not so much squeezing as kneading the tender flesh through her shorts, massaging the pain away. It was a soft sound, almost too low to hear her mutter “No.”

“What was that?” I goaded, applying a little more pressure with my hand, rubbing small circular motions so that my fingers brushed along the crack and down between her thighs. I knew it. She was wet!

“Please… don’t stop,” she moaned, loud and clear, her back curling and eyes shut tight in pleasure as I teased across her cleft through her soaked shorts.

It was music to my ears and turned my cock to steel.

I wasn’t an animal, not anymore, but there was a time I had been a lion. And even dressed as mutton, when the lion rested amongst the sheep, he felt the need to hunt from time to time.

And when the lion’s hungry, he eats.

Today, I would devour Miss Jane Porter.

“I thought not. Now, don’t even think about moving.” I tell her, releasing my grip on her wrists to place both hands on her shorts. She whimpered, but followed my instructions to the letter and stayed still as I hooked my thumbs under the hem of the garment, and whatever she was wearing beneath, and pushed them all the way down her long legs to the floor.

I was right. Her ass was amazing.

“Up,” I barked, tapping the calf of her right leg so she’d understand what I wanted. She raised it obediently, and I kicked the garments aside before signalling for her to lower it again. As I came back up, I trailed my hands along the inside of her legs, wanting and needing to touch her.

I had to admit, she had the softest skin, warm and as smooth as melted caramel.

“Is this what you want?” I did not hide my amusement, enjoying the way her whole body trembled as my fingers brushed over the inside of her knees and up her thighs, moving higher and higher-

“No!” Jane sobbed out, her voice soft, needy and unconvincing.

“Liar.” I gave her bare ass a slap with my left that had a crack like a whip and left a noticeable handprint across her bronzed skin. My handprint. My mark. I’d branded her with my mark. She was mine.

And to prove it, I brushed a finger of my right across her folds, gathering up her cream and spreading it over her hood. Her clit was already swollen and begging me for attention, betraying how much her body was enjoying this. She moaned a low, throaty sound, but otherwise remained silent and bowed her head in contrition, accepting and needing more.

“Your cunts drenched, you naughty girl,” I told her, coming back up to lean over her as I strummed her bundle of nerves before sliding the finger down into her slick warmth.

“Oh god… please… no… I… I can’t…” Her voice was shaky and she couldn't quite form the words amidst the stream of husky moans that all went straight down to my cock as I explored her body.

“Shhh… It’s okay to want this, love.” Her walls fluttered around my fingers when I used the endearment, letting me know she liked it. Fuck, I loved how responsive she was. I circled the digit, feeling around her slickness before curling it. Her whole body jumped when I found her sweet spot, and I focused all my attention on that one spot. “You like it, don’t you? Like it when I spank you, when I finger this naughty little pussy until you cum all over my hand.”

“Yes!” she gasped as I slid a second finger into her warmth, pumping slow and deep to heighten her sensory overload and wishing it was my cock inside her.

Fuck, she was so warm and snug.

I can’t take much more of this.

I needed to be inside her, feel her wrapping around me, hear her beg for more as I go balls deep. Needing to know I was driving her as mad as she had me. “You want this. Say it,” I demanded.

“Yes… Yes!” The words came thick and fast as she lost herself in the feelings I was stirring inside her, her back bowing as I fucked her with my fingers.

“Say it, say you want it.” She was getting close. I could feel it building, the tightness in her body, her muscles tensing as she pushed back into my hand, grinding herself on my fingers.

“Yes, yes, I want it, I want it- what, no! Don’t stop!” She almost shrieked in panic, her tone suddenly shrill with need and desperation as I pulled my hand away.

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