Page 100 of Touch of Hate
She’s still coming down when I roll her onto her stomach, too limp to offer any resistance. Not that it would matter if she tried.
I’m too far gone. This is only going to end in one way, and that’s with my cock buried eight inches deep inside her.
Her luminous skin glows beneath my hands as I take her full hips and pull them back, baring her ass and pussy to me. Mine, all mine, the rarest treasure. She’s still trembling, muscles pulsing and sending sweet nectar dripping from her hole. I run the swollen head of my cock through it, causing both of us to groan.
Fuck me.
Her cunt drips arousal that coats her thighs. Somehow, I always knew it would be this way between us. Gripping one hip with bruising force, I use my other hand to guide myself inside. I slip just the head into her, watching as her tightness swallows me whole. The sight is enough to make me come right then and there, but I don’t.
“Ren,” she whimpers, and I smile, pressing forward and slamming myself deep inside her. My hips press against her ass, and my balls slap her clit.
“Oh, yes…” Her moan is nearly lost to the pillow beneath her, leaving me to take her shoulders and pull her up. Every day we’re together, she’ll bear my mark on her skin and soul.
“On your hands and knees.” I want to hear every word that escapes her pretty pink lips. I need to touch every inch of flesh to remind me she is here, that she is mine. I start to roam her back and shoulders, my fingers leaving a trail against her trembling body before I circle around the front and cup her tits in my hands. Perfect size and weight.
Her nipples are as hard as diamonds, further proof of her arousal. I’ll never get enough of every part of her. My hunger is endless, more all-consuming with every breath, with every twitch of the muscles gripping my cock.
Only when the pressure eases do I trust myself to move, pulling back just far enough to slam forward again. Again. My teeth grind, and my breath comes in short, hot bursts with each sure stroke. The blood pumps in my ears. Jesus. It’s still not enough. Her skin, her moans, the unbearable pleasure of burying myself balls deep in her heat. It isn’t enough. I need more. I need all of her. I release her tits and trail a hand over her hip, and bring my other hand to her backside. My gaze lingers on her pretty puckered ass.
Mine. The beast inside me roars.
Scarlet flinches, gasping at the unprecedented pressure at her asshole.
“Relax,” I grunt, slamming myself home while gently playing with her virgin hole. I’ll never hurt her, but I can’t promise she won’t have a little pain with her pleasure. “Let me show you how good it can feel.”
“Ren…” She gasps when our bodies slam together, and my thumb threatens to breach the ring of muscle she’s clenched so tight.
“I don’t know… I’m afraid.”
“Shh, angel. Don’t be afraid. I’ll never hurt you. You know that. You’re too precious to me.” I spit down onto her hole and use it as a lube to ease my thumb inside. Her confused moan is music to my ears, compelling me to go deeper while pummeling her pussy.
“You trust me, don’t you?” The words come out in a grunt.
There is a small pause, but she finally whispers, “Yes,” making me smile.
“Good, because wait until I introduce my cock to this tight virgin hole. Your mind will be blown with pleasure.”
Her high-pitched cry is still riddled with anxiety that quickly turns into something deeper, something sweeter, as I begin working her ass and her pussy in tandem. One day, she’ll understand I know best.
What her body can handle. What she needs most.
She tosses her head back, her blond hair fanning across her back in a shimmering waterfall. Everything about her is entrancing, built to pull me in, to hold my fascination.
Taking a handful of her shimmering hair, I grip it tight, weaving my fingers through the strands.
This is mine. She is mine. No one will take her from me.
“Ren!” There’s pain tingeing the pleasure in her cry, and I respond by pounding her tender flesh harder than before, withdrawing my thumb in favor of digging my fingers into her hip, pulling her back in time with my furious thrusts.
I must claim her again and again.
To make sure she knows she belongs to me.
“Ren… oh god.” I can barely hear her high-pitched cries over the victorious roar building in my head. Even the familiar tingle of growing pleasure at the base of my spine fades compared to the triumph of my claim.
“Sometimes I’ll fuck you like I love you, and sometimes I’ll fuck you like I hate you, but no matter what, you’ll squeeze my cock the same, angel,” I growl, pressing against her back, needing to be as deep as I can inside her.
She tries to turn her head, but I shove her down against the pillow before she can look at me. I remind myself that she’s stronger than she appears. She can handle it because she was made for me.