The more she fights me, the more I want her.
That beautiful, sassy mouth of hers makes me want to push her to her knees and dominate her.
I’m a Russian arms dealer and she’s an innocent college student who doesn’t even know she belongs to me yet, but that will change when I yank those skimpy shorts down and spank her bright red.
I will teach her not to show off what is mine. Then I will make her scream my name.
I had no right to take her, but I dare you to try to take her from me.
Author: Zoe Blake
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I pushed my cock past her lips. “Say my name.”
She obeyed, trying to speak past my thick shaft shoved down her throat.
“Again,” I demanded, loving the vibrations it sent up my cock. I could hear the clatter of my piercing against the back of her teeth.
My name was on her lips when I came, coating her tongue with my seed.
I lifted her upright by her hair till our bodies were flush together in the center of the bed. I pushed a glob of semen, which had drizzled past the corner of her mouth, to her lips. I then forced two fingers into her mouth. “Suck them as you swallow my come.”
She sucked them. Spearing her tongue between my fingers, then swirling it about.
“Suck them clean.”
The moment she finished, I wrapped my hand around her throat and tilted her head back. “You liked that, didn’t you? You enjoyed being treated like my dirty little whore.”
Her eyes filled with tears. “Don’t make me say it.”
My free hand caressed down her back. I pushed my fingers between her ass crack to tease her tight, puckered hole. “Admit it or I’ll prove it to you another way.”
Her eyes widened. “Don’t. I’ve never.”
I chuckled. “Oh, trust me, babygirl. Your pert ass is going to have a pretty little gape by the time I’m done ravaging it. It’s your choice whether you want me to turn you over and fuck you raw right this moment.”
She blurted out, “I admit it! All right. I admit it. I like how you… how you… used me.”
“That’s my good girl.” I released her and climbed off the bed. I padded naked into the bathroom and wet a small hand towel under the shower stream that we had left running. Flipping the nozzle off, I returned to the bedroom.
Carinna was standing next to the bed, reaching into a bureau drawer and pulling out a T-shirt.
I frowned. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Just getting a shirt.”
I motioned toward the bed. “Get your ass back on that bed before I spank it black and blue. Now!” I growled.
With a small yelp, she scrambled to obey.
“Now lie back and spread your legs.”