Page 22 of London Has Fallen
“Beg.”
Her eyes widen. “You have the wrong girl if you think for a second I am going to beg you to fuck me.”
“Tell me you need me and I’ll fuck you right here, right now.” I’m fucking with her head and if she wasn’t so turned on, she would realize that but her mind isn’t in control, her pussy is.
“Fuck me,” she breathes out. I want to push her and demand her on her knees but all I need is to just get inside her once and then she will be coming back for more, I guarantee it.
“Take my cock out,” I order. With sure movements she reaches between our bodies and unclasps my belt then pops the button on my jeans before yanking the zipper down. Her gaze is locked on mine as she reaches inside my boxers and grabs my cock. Her eyes widen when she tries to wrap her fingers around me. “Surprised?” I taunt.
“Not gonna lie, I thought you were an arrogant prick all the time because you lacked somewhere else, so yeah I am surprised.” My grip on her neck tightens. The crazy bitch just smirks and cuts off the reply on the tip of my tongue when she pumps my cock, drawing a strangled groan from me. I’m in no mood to play games, it’s been too long since I’ve been inside a woman.
“Turn around and brace your hands on the wall.” To my surprise she does as she’s told. I run my hands over her ass and enjoy the way she begins to tremble beneath my touch.
“Just to be clear, this is the only time you will be fucking me.”
“We’ll see about that.” Her eyes narrow.
“Next time, I’ll be the one doing the fucking.” I chuckle because what else can I say, I would expect nothing less from this girl. I grip my cock in my hand and pump it twice before gliding the head through her slick folds.
“Fuck,” I growl, feeling her wetness coating my dick. I line up with her entrance and slam inside her, then freeze when a scream of pain tears from within her. Horror washes over me when realization crashes into me. Both of us remain silent, her pussy pulsing around me, making it fucking near impossible to remain still inside her. “London–”
London
I cut him off before he can continue. “Don’t fucking say it,” I grit out through clenched teeth as I breath through the pain. I wanted this. I’ve always wanted to experience this but I’ve never found anyone remotely attractive or trustworthy enough. Make no mistake, I know Artemis Argyros isn’t trustworthy but I also know on a deeper level he isn’t someone who will go around the school and brag about fucking London Murdoch.
“You’re a virgin?” He had to go and fucking say it. I turn and glare at him over my shoulder.
“Not anymore.” His eyes are wide, horror lurking in the depths of his brown eyes. His grip on my waist loosens, I can tell he is about to flee so I bite down on my lip and push through the pain as I rock back against him, forcing him to tighten his hold on me.
“London–” I cut him off by rocking back against him again. He opens his mouth again but I continue to rock against him until his restraint snaps and his hold on me turns punishing. He pulls almost all the way out of me before slamming back into me. I cry out, but this time from pleasure. As he continues to rock inside me the pain quickly bleeds way to a strange feeling that has my toes curling and my head swimming. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growls as he continues to fuck me.
I can feel my orgasm cresting but it’s out of reach, I need more. “Fuck me harder, pretty boy,” I cry out when he hits that spot deep inside me.
“Beg me,” he grits out.
“Never,” I snap. The fucker slows his pace. I open my mouth to curse him out but he picks up his speed, pushing me right to the edge only to stop before I can latch onto my orgasm. He does this to me twice more and I am woman enough to admit I am on the verge of fucking tears. I want—no, I need this fucking orgasm more than I need my next breath so I suck up my fucking pride and do something I have never done before… beg. “Please, fuck me. This is me begging you to make me fucking come!” I scream. I nearly drop to the floor in a heap when he pulls out of me, his grip on me stops me from falling. He spins me around and grips the backs of my thighs lifting me.
“Lock your legs around my waist.” I do as he demands, also wrapping my arms around his neck, bracing myself for him to slam back inside me. He shifts until his cock is lined up with my entrance. I tense in preparation. “Kiss me.”
“What?” I bark.
“Kiss me, it will distract you and help you relax.” I search his gaze and find nothing but sincerity in his eyes. I close the space between us and mesh my lips to his. When his tongue invades my mouth, I moan and melt into him. He uses that moment to gently ease back inside me. It stings and burns but it’s nothing compared to the first time he slammed inside me. His hands grip the globes of my ass as he rocks into me at a leisurely pace. I break the kiss and throw my head back as a moan rips out of me. He nips at the side of my neck and groans as I push down onto him meeting him thrust for thrust. I feel like I’m possessed, I’m not in control of my own body. My hands claw down his chest as I ride him, chasing my release. He grunts and hisses but doesn’t stop me.
“Oh my God,” I cry out when I feel something inside me brewing, it’s such an intense feeling that it terrifies me.
“Let go and come all over my cock, Omorfia.” His words are my undoing. I meet his heated gaze as he slams into me once more before the strongest orgasm I have ever experienced in my life rips through me.
“Artemis!” I scream his name as I come all over his cock. My vision turns hazy and I’m nothing but dead weight in his hold as I flop forward and bury my face in the crook of his neck. He thrusts inside me twice more before he comes with my name on lips. He stumbles forward until my back is flush against the tiled wall, bracing his hands against the wall and remaining still as we try to regulate our breathing.
After a moment he asks. “You okay?” I pull back from my hiding spot and stare down at him. He flicks his gaze between mine and whatever he sees has him gently pulling out of me. I flinch and try to mask it but it’s too late, his perspective ass saw. “It’s gonna sting for a while,” he says in a guilt-ridden tone that surprises me.
“You a pro at stealing virginities or something?” I joke but he isn’t biting. He shakes his head and takes a step back, only to wince. That’s when I remember his stitches. I dart forward and lift his shirt, ignoring his protests and whistle between my teeth. “You tore a couple.”
“I didn’t do shit, that was all you,” he snaps back. I roll my eyes and step back under the spray to wash off.
“Pussy,” I mutter.
“Dick.” I can’t help the laughter that bubbles out of me. Said laughter dies in my throat when I feel his cum dripping out of me. I spin around and face him. He frowns.