“I can’t tell you what this does to me.” I bury two fingers into her wetness, and she jerks against the intrusion.
“Lev…” She closes her eyes and bites her lip as she tries to come up with another protest. But her thought goes unfinished as I torture her slowly, grinding my cock against her ass as my fingers thrust into her pussy. She’s trying not to make a sound, not to show how much she needs this right now, but I can feel it in her every breath.
“Kiss me,” I demand as my lips settle over hers.
She tries not to, but for one split second, she caves, and her lips part, allowing me access to her mouth. I slide my tongue against hers, and she lets out the softest of sounds as her hips buck against my hand. I’m fingering her now. Assaulting her with my lips and teeth and thumb. She closes her eyes as every muscle in her body tenses. She doesn’t want to give in, but it’s a foolish notion.
“Quit fighting it,” I growl, yanking my fingers from her pussy and bringing them to her lips.
Her eyes widen in shock when I force them into her mouth.
“Taste your want for me.” I smirk. “Tell me how much you don’t like it.”
“Fuck you,” she hisses, turning away and smearing her arousal across her cheek.
Darkness overtakes my features as I look down on her.
“Fuck me?” I slowly unzip my jeans, and she squirms beneath me. “All you had to do was ask.”
“Lev.” Her voice betrays her nerves as I reach for her hand and bring it to my throbbing cock.
“Stroke me.” My fingers return to her pussy as she stares up at me, eyes ablaze with equal fire and hatred.
When she squeezes my cock in her grasp, she means to hurt me, but it only makes me harder.
“Remember the rules.” I glare at her as I thrust my fingers back inside her. “You hurt me, I hurt you.”
“I don’t like your rules,” she protests weakly.
“But you like my fingers inside you.” I observe pointedly. “Now be good and stroke my cock.”
It takes her some time, but when the tension starts to build again in her body, she’s gripping me with an iron fist, dragging her palm up and down my shaft like her life depends on it. I’m not delusional enough to believe she’s doing it out of her goodwill. She just doesn’t want me to stop making her feel good.
“Don’t come,” I warn her when she squeezes around my fingers. “Not yet.”
She shakes her head, panting, jerking her body against me. “I…I can’t—”
When she reaches the edge of the cliff, I withdraw from her body, and she stares up at me in horror. I want to hear her beg, but her pride won’t allow it. Not just yet.
“You want to come?” I ask her.
She glares at me as I shove my jeans down to my knees and roll on top of her.
“Answer me.” I squeeze her face in my grasp. “Do you want to come?”
“You started this.” She hurls the words out like a brat.
“And now I’m going to finish it.” I drag the fat head of my cock against her slickness, and her nails curl into my biceps. Thrusting my hips forward, I bury myself inside her until she can’t take any more of my length.
“Fuuuuck.” I groan into her neck as I roll my hips and slam into her again. She is so goddamn tight. It’s been four long years, and I’m not going to last.
“Now you can come.” I fist a handful of her hair and force her to look up at me. “But only if you come around my cock.”
She whimpers as I fuck her into the floor. Her nails claw at my back. My eyes roll back in my head. I can’t fucking concentrate. I just need to fuck her.
When Kat finally lets herself go, an agonized groan escapes between her lips. I swallow it whole, and then drink from her until she’s breathless and her lips are swollen from my kiss. Then she fucking bites me, tearing at my lip until I taste my own blood. When I rear back, she adds insult to injury by slapping me as hard as she can manage.
“I hate you!” she screams.
My fingers wrap around her throat, and she shrinks back into the floor. “Is that how you want to play?”
“I didn’t mean to!” She tosses out a half-assed apology as I flip her over onto all fours and shove her face down into the carpet.
I squeeze the delicate flesh around her throat, forcing her to arch back as I thrust my wet dick inside her. She whines when I reach between her legs and start toying with her overly sensitive clit.
She shakes her head, panting as she tries to pry my fingers away, but I don’t fucking budge. Fingering her until she’s screaming is my new favorite pastime. The sound of my flesh slapping against hers reverberates off the walls as I force my cock in and out of her. She cries out in agony as she comes again, and then squeals when I lay my entire body over hers, sinking my teeth into her shoulder.
I dig my fingers into her hips and thrust into her one last time, my cock unleashing four years of pent-up tension and a fuck load of cum.
Dragging her down with me, we collapse into a heap on the floor with my dick still inside her. Kat gasps when she feels the sticky mess between her thighs.
“I’m not on birth control,” she screeches.
“I know.” I bury my face into her neck with a contented sigh and close my eyes.
“You know?” she repeats.
“You’re mine.” My cock twitches inside her. “And if I want to fuck you raw, I will.”
“And if I get pregnant again?” she croaks.
“Then Josh gets a little brother.”
The air deflates from her chest, and she stares at me like I’m insane before her eyes drift to my lips. I wipe the blood away with my thumb and push it between her lips, smearing it across her teeth. And then I kiss her again. She parts her lips for me, and I drink from her until she’s tapping my arm in a silent plea to come up for air.
“Did you let anyone else touch you this way while I was gone?” I ask when I pull away.
“No,” she whispers as she stares up at the ceiling.
“Good girl.” I pet her hair and kiss her forehead.
We lay together in silence for another hour. I hold her close, refusing any distance between us, until inevitably, she gives up the last of her resistance and closes her eyes. She’s exhausted, but there isn’t time to sleep.
When I finally pull out of her and tug my jeans back up, she looks at me in question.
“Come on.” I hold my hand out to help her up. “We need to get cleaned up so we can go pick up Josh.”
At the mention of his name, she doesn’t hesitate to do as she’s asked. Whatever fire may have lingered in her earlier is nothing but smoldering ash as I lead her into the bathroom and turn on the shower.
Kat frowns as I remove the rest of her clothes, repeating the process on myself. She tries to cover herself up, hiding her old scars and the new one. The scar across her belly from when our son came into this world.
“Don’t hide from me.” I reach out and touch her there again. “This is nothing to be ashamed of. Someday soon, I want to know about his birth. I want to know all of it.”
She swallows, and I open the shower door, urging her inside. Together, we stand under the spray, and she shivers as I wash her body, taking extra care between her thighs and the welted red marks on her ass. It obviously stings, and she sucks in a breath every time I touch one of the marks, but she doesn’t tell me to stop.