Page 40 of Filthy Little Lies

“I think I’m done fucking this pretty mouth. I want your pussy now.” Dropping my hand from her hair, I pull her up with the leash, dragging her to the couch where I spin and shove her over the side of the arm.

She grapples for the cushions to keep from falling face first, and I haul her ass back until my cock is level with her entrance.

“Wait. Gabriel, you don’t understand. I’m—AHH!” Whatever she was going to say gets swallowed by her cry as I plow into her.

I freeze.

She’s so tight.

Too tight.

She’s lying with her cheek pressed into the cushion, her hands fisted on either side of her.

“Savvy, are you a virgin?” I grind out the question from behind clenched teeth. The last thing I want to think about is another man touching her, kissing her, fucking her right now, but I need to know.

At first she says nothing, just slowly sucks in a breath. Then she cranes her neck to look at me over her shoulder.

“Not anymore.” A deep blush washes up her neck and over her cheeks. She moves her hips slightly and winces from the immediate discomfort.

Fuck me. I dig my fingertips into her hips. She was a virgin. Untouched. Unclaimed.

Until now.

There is no fucking chance I’m letting her go now. She’s mine. All mine.

She wiggles again, and I grip her tighter. “No, don’t move yet. If you move, I won’t be able to hold back.”

With her eyes shimmering with arousal and need, she says, “Then don’t.”

Fuuuuck!

I pull back and drive back into her until my balls slap against her. She stiffens, cries out.

“Give it a second.” I hold for another moment, letting her body get used to my size.

Nothing can keep me from claiming her in this way. In every way. If I need to bring in a tattoo artist and have my initials inked on her body to make sure she and everyone else knows who she belongs to, I will.

I ease my hand beneath her, finding her wet and swollen clit. She sucks in a breath, arches her back for me. In slow, steady circles I rub her, driving her higher and higher with her arousal.

“Good girl, good girl,” I chant. Each time my balls tighten more and more.

She lifts her leg, hooking her knee on the armrest, making her even tighter while she lifts up onto her foot and pushes back at me.

Matching me thrust for thrust, she fucks me as much as I’m fucking her.

“Do you think you should get to come?” I ask, flicking her clit with the tip of my middle finger.

“Yes! Please, let me come.” Her snark, her attitude, all gone. She grabs a fistful of the couch cushion and lifts up, driving back at me with more force. “Please. I’ll be good. I’ll be so good.”

Little liar. But it’s okay, she doesn’t mean to lie right now. Right now, she’d probably promise anything to be allowed to come.

“You’ll be my good girl?”

“Yes! I’ll be your good girl. Please, no more punishments. I’m a good girl.” She arches her back, and my eyes cross.

Over and over I drive into her. Her moans turn into pleas. My grunts entwine with her sweet pleading.

“Fuck, baby, yes. You can come, be my good girl and come for me.”