Unable to stop myself, I lean forward until my teeth are a scant breath away from biting down hard on her cheek.
I can practically taste the flesh there, I want it so bad. I want to bite down hard enough to break her porcelain skin.
I want to scar her ass with my mark. I want her to know who she belongs to.
I also want to show the fucking world she’s mine. Mine for eternity and I’m never letting her go.
But I’d kill any motherfucker who looked at her.
That thought keeps me in check. That and biting her that hard right off the bat might kill any arousal she’s feeling.
Letting the water rinse her off, I rise to my feet.
If I could restrain myself, I’d carry her to bed and chain her up again.
But I can’t.
I’m too fucking gone.
Now that I’ve completely washed her and taken care of her, I can no longer hold the monster inside me back.
Sophia tries to turn around to face me, but I grab her by the hips and push her up against the wall.
Trapping her with my body, I slide my cock between her drenched thighs.
Breathing heavily, I can feel every single inch of my cock sliding across her perfect lips.
“James,” she moans, her breath ragged as she arches back toward my cock.
Reaching around her, I cup her tits and pinch her hard nipples, pulling them up. Rising slowly to her tiptoes, she keeps trying to impale herself on me, but I’m holding onto what little strength I have left and keeping my cock just out of reach.
“Why… please…” she groans.
“Not yet, brat,” I growl in her ear. “You should have been a good girl.”
“What?” she gasps.
“I told you I know what you need and now I’m going to prove it,” I say quietly before nipping at her earlobe.
I keep pinching her nipples harder and harder until she squeaks out, “Fuck.”
Then I let go.
As she lowers back down, I slide my right hand down and rub it across her soft skin.
“This belly is going to look so good when it gets big and round from my baby,” I murmur. “So fucking sexy when you’re swelling with my child.”
Groaning, Sophia rocks her hips back against my pulsing shaft.
Is she doing it because of what I’m doing to her? Or is it because she wants to be knocked up with my baby?
I’m choosing both.
Keeping my left hand on her breast, I alternate between pinching and soothing her nipple. I don’t want her to find a break. I want her suffering sensory overload.
My right hand doesn’t stay idle either. I slide it down and begin rubbing circles over her clit. Slow and steady is the goal. I want to torture her a bit and give her a taste of what she does to me.
My cock is practically dripping a steady stream of precum between her thighs, though.
I’m torturing myself just much as I’m torturing her.
But fuck… I’ve been suffering for months. A few more minutes isn’t going to make much of a difference now. I’ve got so much cum built up inside me, it’s going to take more than one bout of shower sex to help me find any real relief.
I’m going to have to fuck her nonstop for the next year, at least.
And even that might not be enough.
When we’re old and withering away in some old geezer home down in Florida, they’ll probably find us long gone with my old man cock buried inside her.
And a big fucking smile on my face.
Moaning in one long sensuous breath, she slows her hips as if she’s trying to regain some type of control.
Fuck that.
“No, no, no,” I whisper in her ear.
She’s fighting to take control from me. I can feel it in the way she’s pushing back on me. She’s trying to break away from the collar I’m slowly wrapping around that pretty little neck.
“Please, James, don’t tease me,” she begs quietly.
Continuing to rub her clit, I lick at the side of her neck and nip little bites all over her skin.
“Do you want my cock inside you, Sophia?” I ask.
“Yes,” she says with a moan and thrusts her juicy ass cheeks hard against my hips.
“Beg me for it,” I tell her and gently slap her clit.
Squeaking, she bucks hard against me. “James!”
I slap her clit again and tug on her nipple.
“I said beg me for it, Sophia,” I growl.
There’s only two ways my little bratty Sophia can respond now. Either she’s going to freak the fuck out or she’s going to realize I know her dark little secret.
“Shit!” Sophia groans, shuddering against me.
Her ass is slamming back against my hips, but since my cock isn’t inside her, she’s just rubbing her pussy lips across me in frustration.
“Beg for it, Sophia,” I repeat, not backing down from this.
She needs to understand I’m in control now.
In control of everything.
Her body.
Her life.
Her fate.
And she needs me just as much as I need her.
No more fucking games.
She will accept this.
Leaning forward, I push her hard into the wall. The fingers on my left hand alternating between rubbing her sensitive clit and dishing out small slaps.
Turning her head to the side, she tries to bite me, but I make sure she finds nothing to latch onto.
Sophia is showing her claws because she wants to come. She wants relief just as much as I fucking need it. But she’s holding back the darker side of her that craves being treated this way. She’s holding back her submissive nature, and I can’t permit it any longer.
Not when the primal fucking part of my brain demands I completely conquer her.
Conquer her and show her who’s bigger, meaner, and stronger.
“Please,” she begs, finally breaking when I slap her clit a little harder. “Give me your cock and fuck me, James!”
With those words, I angle my hips and thrust inside her tight pussy in one hard push.
The way her pussy grips my thick cock…
It’s both heaven and fucking hell.
She’s so fucking warm and wet, I could blow my load right this fucking second.
And it’s tempting, so fucking tempting. Especially because I want to knock her up more than I want to fucking breathe.
But fuck, she hasn’t earned my load yet.
If I give it to her now, it will only set a future precedent.
I hold myself deep inside of her for a moment and massage her clit. I know she expected me to start pounding away, and my hips itch just to do that, but she’s not desperate enough yet.
I pump in and out of her body slowly at first, knowing she wants more.
“Do you need it, brat?” I rasp.
“James…” she pleads with me, squirming and wiggling, trying to get more movement out of me.
Resisting her, I push her against the wall again. “I asked you a question. Do you need it?”
When she doesn’t respond, I tug on her nipple and give her swollen little clit another slap, harder this time.
“Yes!” she grits out between her teeth, trying to jump and dance away from my hand.
Too bad she’s impaled on my cock and trapped between me and the wall.
“Tell me,” I say between small bites on her shoulder.
The velvety walls of her pussy suddenly squeeze around me, and I groan, biting down hard. If I don’t bite, I’m going to slam her into the wall.