way, craving and wanting for a minute while I watch. She bites her bottom lip to stifle the whimper, trying to escape her pouty lips. I want my cock between those lips. I want to watch her swallow my length, to choke on it, to be so helpless and fragile.
Shoving my boxers down, I let my swollen cock free and kick away the fabric at my feet.
“Come here,” I order, fisting my cock in my hand. Dove’s timid gaze moves from my cock and up my body, stopping at my eyes. “I want you on your knees,” I say.
Grabbing a pillow from the bed, I toss it on the floor at my feet. Dove’s movements are sluggish, and I can see how aroused she is for me, her sweet cream coats the insides of her thighs, and my gaze is drawn to it.
I want to lick it, feast on her, to wring every drop of pleasure out of her.
This isn’t about her… I remind myself, which is really fucking hard when the only thing I care about is her. Pleasing her. Making sure she’s safe. Loving her. I breathe for her.
Dove sinks down onto the pillow and eyes me cautiously.
“Open that pretty mouth of yours. The same mouth that slayed me with such hateful words. I’m going to fuck it, fuck your mouth, throat, and then your pussy.” I’ve never been so blunt with her before, so vile, but it feels good. It makes me feel free. I’m not sure what I’ll do if she objects, but thankfully, she doesn’t.
I bring the tip of my cock to her open lips. She flicks her tongue against the tip, and I let out a grunt. Fuck, that feels like heaven. Running my fingers through her hair, I stroke her head before sinking my fingers deep into the dark strands, wrapping them around my fist. I tug her head back and make sure she knows who’s in charge.
“Open your mouth real wide, I’m going to fuck it.”
It’s the only warning I give her before I thrust my hips forward, shoving my cock deep into her mouth. Her tiny nails sink into my thighs, and she whimpers around my length. Pulling out a little, I slam back in and watch as her eyes water and the tears stream down the side of her face. Again, I hold myself there for a moment before pulling back out and doing it all over again. She gags around my length, and the sound only heightens my pleasure.
“You look so fucking pretty with my cock stuffed in your mouth,” I say, wanting her to know that while I am punishing her, I still love her so fucking much.
Dove’s mouth is so warm, so fucking perfect. I pull out again, and saliva dribbles out the sides of her mouth. I half expected her to tell me to stop by now, but Dove is stronger now than she was back in that bunker. She’s a queen.
Moaning around my cock, I swear the sound goes straight through me. Repeating the process again, I continue fucking her mouth until the pleasure in my balls becomes too much, and I’m afraid I’ll blow. I’m going to fill up her tight little pussy with my come.
Pulling all the way out of her, I grab her by the chin and stare into her crystal blues.
“Get on the bed on your hands and knees,” I order, and she scurries from the floor and onto the bed. Climbing onto the bed, I situate myself behind her, pressing down on the small of her back. She’s at the perfect angle, her pink folds glisten in the morning light.
“You come when I tell you to,” I growl and line up my cock with her entrance. Thrusting my hips forward, I slip deep inside of her channel, my home. She’s snug, tightly squeezing me like a vice.
“So deep,” she pants into the sheets, and I slap her ass hard for talking outside the rules.
“Don’t talk unless it’s to tell me to stop.”
Those are the last words I say for a while as I fuck her hard and fast, showing her just how much it hurt me to lose her. Imprinting my soul on hers, I fuck her like an animal, rutting deep. Every time she gets close to orgasming, I pull out. She whimpers at the loss, and when I push back into her, we repeat it all over again.
“Zane,” she pleads, and it’s the one time I let her