Locke
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“Get in the bed, babe.”
She shakes her head, and if I weren’t trying to teach her a lesson I would pull her over my knees and make her ass shine with my palm.
“Bed, Emmy.”
Another shake, her honey-wheat eyes just begging for a fight.
“Emersyn,” I warn.
“Maddox,” she taunts.
Son. Of. A. Bitch.
Two strides are all it takes before I reach her. She takes a hasty step back, struggling with her footing, and in the middle of righting herself, her towel drops to the floor. My leg is throbbing since I hastily put my prosthetic back on to check on her, but I’ll be fucking damned if I back down now. When I pull her towards me, her soft, naked body collides with my hard one. The noise that comes out of me is a mixture of a groan and a grunt. The feeling of her body in my arms is all it takes for me to push back the pain and take what is mine.
“I hate you,” she whimpers weakly against my lips.
“You fucking love me, woman,” I declare before crashing my mouth to hers and giving her a bruising kiss.
Her back hits the wall and her legs wrap around my waist. Careful to avoid her hips, my hands go to her ass and my fingers dig into her firm globes. I pull her towards my body so that there isn’t any space between us. Her hands cup my cheeks and she manipulates my head so that she can devour my mouth, kissing me with everything she has.
Her hands move down my neck, kneading my pectorals and tweaking my nipples. I give her a few inches of space so that I can enjoy the feeling of her soft fingers and sharp nails scraping and rolling over my muscles. Every pass she makes has my skin burning in a painful pleasure.
Not once does our kiss break. She rubs against my throbbing dick, searching for her release. I might be a sorry bastard, but there isn’t anything that can pull me away from her now. Not now that I know what it feels like to be between her thighs.
“Please don’t stop this time,” she begs against my mouth.
Not understanding her, I push through and thrust my hips into hers. She whimpers, and that sound is my undoing. I make sure I have my balance on my good leg before I remove one of my hands from the heaven of her ass and bring it to my jeans. I make quick work of the button, and in seconds, my cock is free to rub against her core. Kissing down her neck, I feel her slick wetness coating me. She moans when the thick head of my cock butts against her clit, and I lift my head to watch with fascination when she feels it.
Her eyes go wide, the fire behind them burning even brighter. When she leans back, her gaze travels down to where her pussy is hugging my weeping cock. She can’t see everything, but she can see the silver loop through the head of my cock. I have three more running along the top of my shaft, but she’ll feel those soon enough.
“Are you going to listen to me, Emersyn?” I inquire.
“In your dreams, Maddox,” she spits back at me.
Then I smile when her eyes roll back in her head with one thrust of my hips. If she is this responsive with just my cock rubbing against her clit, I can’t wait to see her come apart in my arms.
“If you think you’re in control right now, angel, you’re in for a wake-up call.”
Her eyes narrow and I lean back, taking my cock in my free hand. Her expression flickers for a second, some of the desire clearing and a look of panic taking its place.
“Condom, Maddox.” Her tone leaves no room for argument.
“I’m clean, Emmy,” I say before leaning forward and kissing her collarbone. I rub my cock’s head against her clit, coating it with her wetness and rolling my rigid flesh against her.
“But…after… Just please. You have to use one, Maddox.”
I pull back and look into her eyes—the shame clear as day—and it kills me to know what she’s gone through since she left.
“Okay, angel.”
Her eyes get some of that heat back in them when I mumble the endearment. God, if she only knew.
I look to her left, thanking everything there is that, when I pushed her against the wall, we happened to be right next to the dresser, where I placed my wallet earlier. With one hand, still fighting to keep my balance and all of our weight on my good leg, I reach over and all but dump the entire contents on the wooden surface before I pull one of the gold packets and tear it open with my teeth. Her breathing is coming rapidly and her creamy skin is flushed with her arousal.
I lean back and push her into the wall with my thighs, giving me enough room to roll the latex on and also taking some of her off-centered weight off my legs. When the condom is in place, I rearrange our position so I have my hands back on her luscious ass and my cock primed and ready to pound into her wet heat. Our lips meet again, this time in a slow dance that isn’t any less bruising than the previous kiss was. Without breaking our connection, I shift our lower bodies and push myself into her welcoming body. Inch by delicious inch.
Her head snaps back when she feels the first piercing in my ladder enter her body, her eyes wild and wide. When the second one pushes into her, her jaw drops. And as the last one joins the fun, she drops her head hard against the wall and purrs deep in her throat, the sound like a match to a gasoline-drenched timber. I’m burning to take her how I’ve been craving.
To control her body.
To claim her soul.
To make her mine.
I push the rest of the way into her tight cunt in one swift pass. The scream of pleasure that shoots out of her mouth echoes around the room, her slick walls clamping down on my cock. I groan when I feel her wetness coating my balls, and I can only hope that I last more than a few seconds.
Our coming together isn’t all hearts and flowers. It’s rough and raw. I slam into her with a force that makes the framed artwork hanging on the wall on top of the dresser shake against the wall.
The loud cries of her pleasure mix with my grunts and her begging dances with my praising.
It’s fucking beautiful.
I don’t waste my words when they aren’t needed. I tell her everything I wish I could voice with my body. Her nails push into my shoulders with a sharp jab, and I use my hands on her ass to pull her roughly onto my cock. My leg is making it harder to take her as powerfully as I wish I could right now. The next time I take her, I’ll have her ride me until she comes all over me.
She shakes her head, and if I weren’t trying to teach her a lesson I would pull her over my knees and make her ass shine with my palm.
“Bed, Emmy.”
Another shake, her honey-wheat eyes just begging for a fight.
“Emersyn,” I warn.
“Maddox,” she taunts.
Son. Of. A. Bitch.
Two strides are all it takes before I reach her. She takes a hasty step back, struggling with her footing, and in the middle of righting herself, her towel drops to the floor. My leg is throbbing since I hastily put my prosthetic back on to check on her, but I’ll be fucking damned if I back down now. When I pull her towards me, her soft, naked body collides with my hard one. The noise that comes out of me is a mixture of a groan and a grunt. The feeling of her body in my arms is all it takes for me to push back the pain and take what is mine.
“I hate you,” she whimpers weakly against my lips.
“You fucking love me, woman,” I declare before crashing my mouth to hers and giving her a bruising kiss.
Her back hits the wall and her legs wrap around my waist. Careful to avoid her hips, my hands go to her ass and my fingers dig into her firm globes. I pull her towards my body so that there isn’t any space between us. Her hands cup my cheeks and she manipulates my head so that she can devour my mouth, kissing me with everything she has.
Her hands move down my neck, kneading my pectorals and tweaking my nipples. I give her a few inches of space so that I can enjoy the feeling of her soft fingers and sharp nails scraping and rolling over my muscles. Every pass she makes has my skin burning in a painful pleasure.
Not once does our kiss break. She rubs against my throbbing dick, searching for her release. I might be a sorry bastard, but there isn’t anything that can pull me away from her now. Not now that I know what it feels like to be between her thighs.
“Please don’t stop this time,” she begs against my mouth.
Not understanding her, I push through and thrust my hips into hers. She whimpers, and that sound is my undoing. I make sure I have my balance on my good leg before I remove one of my hands from the heaven of her ass and bring it to my jeans. I make quick work of the button, and in seconds, my cock is free to rub against her core. Kissing down her neck, I feel her slick wetness coating me. She moans when the thick head of my cock butts against her clit, and I lift my head to watch with fascination when she feels it.
Her eyes go wide, the fire behind them burning even brighter. When she leans back, her gaze travels down to where her pussy is hugging my weeping cock. She can’t see everything, but she can see the silver loop through the head of my cock. I have three more running along the top of my shaft, but she’ll feel those soon enough.
“Are you going to listen to me, Emersyn?” I inquire.
“In your dreams, Maddox,” she spits back at me.
Then I smile when her eyes roll back in her head with one thrust of my hips. If she is this responsive with just my cock rubbing against her clit, I can’t wait to see her come apart in my arms.
“If you think you’re in control right now, angel, you’re in for a wake-up call.”
Her eyes narrow and I lean back, taking my cock in my free hand. Her expression flickers for a second, some of the desire clearing and a look of panic taking its place.
“Condom, Maddox.” Her tone leaves no room for argument.
“I’m clean, Emmy,” I say before leaning forward and kissing her collarbone. I rub my cock’s head against her clit, coating it with her wetness and rolling my rigid flesh against her.
“But…after… Just please. You have to use one, Maddox.”
I pull back and look into her eyes—the shame clear as day—and it kills me to know what she’s gone through since she left.
“Okay, angel.”
Her eyes get some of that heat back in them when I mumble the endearment. God, if she only knew.
I look to her left, thanking everything there is that, when I pushed her against the wall, we happened to be right next to the dresser, where I placed my wallet earlier. With one hand, still fighting to keep my balance and all of our weight on my good leg, I reach over and all but dump the entire contents on the wooden surface before I pull one of the gold packets and tear it open with my teeth. Her breathing is coming rapidly and her creamy skin is flushed with her arousal.
I lean back and push her into the wall with my thighs, giving me enough room to roll the latex on and also taking some of her off-centered weight off my legs. When the condom is in place, I rearrange our position so I have my hands back on her luscious ass and my cock primed and ready to pound into her wet heat. Our lips meet again, this time in a slow dance that isn’t any less bruising than the previous kiss was. Without breaking our connection, I shift our lower bodies and push myself into her welcoming body. Inch by delicious inch.
Her head snaps back when she feels the first piercing in my ladder enter her body, her eyes wild and wide. When the second one pushes into her, her jaw drops. And as the last one joins the fun, she drops her head hard against the wall and purrs deep in her throat, the sound like a match to a gasoline-drenched timber. I’m burning to take her how I’ve been craving.
To control her body.
To claim her soul.
To make her mine.
I push the rest of the way into her tight cunt in one swift pass. The scream of pleasure that shoots out of her mouth echoes around the room, her slick walls clamping down on my cock. I groan when I feel her wetness coating my balls, and I can only hope that I last more than a few seconds.
Our coming together isn’t all hearts and flowers. It’s rough and raw. I slam into her with a force that makes the framed artwork hanging on the wall on top of the dresser shake against the wall.
The loud cries of her pleasure mix with my grunts and her begging dances with my praising.
It’s fucking beautiful.
I don’t waste my words when they aren’t needed. I tell her everything I wish I could voice with my body. Her nails push into my shoulders with a sharp jab, and I use my hands on her ass to pull her roughly onto my cock. My leg is making it harder to take her as powerfully as I wish I could right now. The next time I take her, I’ll have her ride me until she comes all over me.
