and push.
‘I need to fuck you, princess.’ He bites down hard and kisses his way to my mouth. ‘I need to fuck you so hard, you never forget I was here.’ He pushes two fingers into me, groaning at the wetness.
My greedy muscles grab and hold on, making it as difficult as possible for him to withdraw. ‘Please,’ I stutter. ‘Please, please, please.’
‘Shhhh, baby.’
I gasp into his mouth.
He bites my lip.
‘You ready?’ he asks urgently, taking my shoulders and turning me to face the wall. I nod, because speech has abandoned me. ‘Hands on the wall.’ He takes them for me and places them where he wants, before sliding soft palms down to my hips. I shudder. ‘Back,’ he says softly, tugging at my waist.
My forehead meets the wall when he paints a perfect line down my spine, tracing the crease of my bum. ‘Perfect,’ he muses. ‘My filthy little princess wants me badly.’ He pushes the pulsing head of his erection to my opening, driving me wild, and I begin mumbling nonsensical prayers to the floor, rolling my forehead from side to side. ‘How badly do you want me, Eleanor? Tell me how badly you want me inside you.’ My arse flies back in answer, earning a sharp slap.
‘Ahhhh.’
‘Fucking tell me.’
‘Fuck me,’ I plead, my voice desperate and broken. ‘Please, fuck me.’
His growl is pure, raw and aching. ‘That bad, huh? So bad you’ll resort to begging?’ He kicks my ankles apart and pushes halfway into me. I cry out, thrusting back to try and attain full penetration. I get denied the friction I so urgently need. I could cry – cry with frustration, cry with delight. He’s depriving me, making me comprehend exactly how much I need it. How much I need him. It’s coming. The penetration I need; I know it’s coming, but the long, drawn-out affair he’s making of this, intentionally fucking with my mind and senses, is making me hysterical. Irrational.
‘Who owns you?’ he yells. ‘Who fucking owns you?’
‘You,’ I scream.
He shakes uncontrollably, and like a man possessed, he impales me on a pain-filled roar. I choke, my eyes flying open in shock, as he pants, withdrawing from me and re-entering on a deliberate, hard thrust. My mind begins to spin wildly. Then he’s sliding out again, stroking my internal walls deliciously, and drives back into me forcefully. I gasp, pushing my hips back on to him in acceptance as he yells in appreciation and repeats his powerful drive again.
I could sob, overwhelmed by my feelings. My emotions are taking over, my body vibrating in bliss. He’s unforgiving, punishing, but my body is welcoming him, craving him.
He slows down and circles meticulously, spreading my pleasure. The fullness is incredible, deep and satisfying. ‘Just remember one thing.’ He glides out smoothly and rolls back in slowly, and I whimper, desolate yet alive. ‘No other woman has ever made me this crazy with want.’ In one rapid action, he withdraws and strikes home, and I scream, my breath robbed by the brutal move. My hands slide across the wall, searching for anything to hold on to, but finding nothing. His pace increases, slamming into me, hitting me as deep as possible every time. Our bodies are wet, riddled with sweat, and clashing together frenziedly. ‘No other woman, Eleanor. It’s all about you.’
I’m about to splinter into a thousand pieces. My climax is charging forward ruthlessly, taking over my body, jumbling my mind further.
‘Are you there?’ he gasps, flexing his fingers and then drawing a long, deep breath.
‘Yes,’ I yell, sinking my teeth into my lip. Becker moans as he exhales, the sound of pure euphoria stretching on for an age.
‘Can you wait for me?’ he shouts, pounding harder still.
I cry out, clamping my muscles around his relentless cock to try and delay the orgasm from steaming forward.
‘Oh fuck, you’re clenching.’ He hits me hard with his hips and starts shouting mindless words.
I can’t hold off any more. I might lose my climax, and that will send me into psychosis. I can’t risk it. I need this. I need to scream, make my throat sore, make my body shake from the pleasure it’ll bring me. I burst, tossing my head back.
No other woman, Eleanor. It’s all about you.
My body pulses, waves of pleasure ripping through me, my muscles starting to relax from exhaustion and relief.
But then I think of something and I tense up.
‘Condom,’ I gasp, trying to move.
‘I’ll pull out,’ he barks, hammering on.
He’s still mindless with