Chapter 2: Continued
His hands were vises on her hips, holding her suspended, only the swollen head of his cock buried inside her. “I’m not going to cum in you,” he repeated, his voice a dark promise. “But I want to hear you say it.
Keep telling me you want it, that I can if I want to.” He waited, his gaze merciless. “Say it, Cali.”
“I want you to cum inside me,” she gasped, the words a humiliated rasp. “You can, if you want to.”
He allowed her to sink another devastating inch. “Again. And don’t you fucking stop.” He began to move her, setting a brutal, lifting rhythm, driving her down onto him with jarring force.
“I want you to cum inside me, you can if you want to,” she chanted, each word punched out of her as he slammed her down. “I want you to cum inside me, you can if you want to.”
Her world narrowed to the savage bounce, the splitting fullness, the raw slap of skin. “I want you to cum inside me, you can if you want to.”
His grip tightened, his thrusts turning punishing, a violent piston driving her refrain. “I want you to cum inside me, you can if you want to.”
The mantra became a sobbing scream as her body coiled, another climax tearing through her. He didn’t slow. “I want you to cum inside me, you can if you want to.”
“Just saying it isn’t enough,” he growled, his rhythm becoming a vicious, shallow grind that denied her depth. “You need to convince me. Exhaustively. Tell me why.”
His hands released her hips, leaving her to balance impaled on him as he leaned back, a cruel king on his throne. “Give me a reason.”
Her mind, fogged with pleasure and shame, scrabbled for words. “Because… because it’s yours now,” she panted, her voice breaking. “This cunt is yours to use, to fill, to claim.”
“Weak,” he stated, his fingers tracing her clavicle.
“Because I came here to trick you and I failed,” she sobbed, the truth a raw burn in her throat. “Because you deserve to take whatever you want from me as punishment.” She forced her hips to move, taking him slightly deeper. “Because I’m wet and tight and fucking begging for it.”
He watched her, his expression unreadable. “Go on.”
“Because Serena wanted to break you, but you’re breaking me instead,” she confessed, her tears falling onto his chest. “Because the thought of you finishing inside me, of claiming that, is all I can think about. It’s all I want.”
She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against him, her lips at his ear. “Because I need to feel you shoot your cum so deep inside me that I feel it for days. Because I want to walk out of here knowing I’m full of you.”
A low groan escaped him. His hands returned to her hips, his control slipping. “Fuck,” he breathed, the word ragged.
“Do it,” she pleaded, riding him harder now, taking his full length with every drop of her body. “Cum in your cunt. Mark it. Own it.”
His eyes locked onto hers, the icy detachment finally shattered by a ferocious, possessive heat. “I do want to,” he admitted, the confession ripped from him, raw and startling in its honesty. “I want to pump you so full of my come it leaks out of you.”
That was all the permission his body needed.