Page 18 of Brutal Unionn

I slide two fingers inside her without warning, curling them just right as my tongue keeps working her clit. Her walls clamp down around me instantly, wet and tight, and she lets out a high-pitched moan that goes straight to my cock.

"Fuck—Sho—I can’t?—"

"You can," I murmur against her, thrusting my fingers deeper, hitting that spot inside her that makes her see stars. "You will."

Her breathing is ragged now, her body taut like a bowstring. I can feel the tension coiling in her belly, the way her muscles flutter around my fingers. One more stroke—one more suck—and she’ll shatter.

So I stop.

Her eyes fly open, dazed and desperate. "No—no, no, please?—"

“I am going to need to get you a better gag. You keep talking.” I smirk up at her, withdrawing my fingers slowly, watching her clench around nothing.

She lets out a frustrated sob, writhing beneath me. "You’re cruel."

I pull away, standing up and looking down at her. Her eyes are pleading, but I can see the fire in them, the defiance that fights to submit to me. “You want more?” I ask, my voice dark and teasing.

She narrows her eyes at me and I can’t help but laugh. “If you didn’t have an attitude I would just give it to you, but since you want to be a brat.” I say, my hand trailing down her body to tease her entrance. “Beg for it.”

“Sho-” she snaps.

I click my tongue, dipping my pointer finger inside her to the knuckle. “That doesn’t sound like begging.”

She sucks in a sharp breath, her hips bucking against my hand. “Please,” she manages to mumble, the word muffled but clear enough.

“Please what?” I ask, my fingers sliding inside her, feeling how wet she is for me.

“Please fuck me,” she says, her voice desperate. Her mouth is a mess as she fights not to disobey and spit the panties out.

I pull my fingers out, smirking as I rub her arousal over my pulsing member. “Since you asked so nicely,” I say, lining myself up with her entrance.

“Deep breath in,” I instruct, my voice low, and steady, despite the overwhelming need to be inside her. To be fucking consumed by her.

But of course, my stubborn girl cocks her head defiantly, eyes narrowing, mouth opening like she is about to say something that’s going to get her in trouble, and as much as I love the pink of her ass. Ineedto be inside her, and I can’t punish her without punishing myself.

So I shut her up the only way I know she can’t resist.

I push into her slowly, burying myself inch by inch until her breath catches and her eyes go wide. The sound she makes around the gag—muffled, desperate—is music. Her tightness grips me like a vice, her body already trembling beneath the pressure, trying to move, to squirm, to resist what she wasmadeto take.

But I don’t let her.

I hold her hips in place, firm and unrelenting, forcing her to stay still, to feel every deliberate stretch of me inside her. Her legs twitch, her back arches, and I lean over her, mouth brushing her ear.

“Breathe, baby,” I whisper. “You can’t run from this. Not from me.”

She moans again, the sound raw and soaked in need, and I can feel the war inside her—between defiance and surrender.

“You’re not breathing,” I growl, my hands gripping her hips as I start to thrust into her. “If you can’t control your breathing, I’ll control it for you.”

Her eyes widen, and she makes a show of taking in a deep breath, through her nose but as I push myself into the hilt she shudders out a moan. Her body clenches around me, tight and desperate, and I groan low in my throat, savoring the way she tries to fight it, tries to resist the pleasure I’m forcing on her.

“Good girl,”I murmur, my voice rough with approval.“Now keep breathing. In… and out.”

I pull back slowly, dragging myself almost all the way out of her, and she whimpers, her hips twitching as if to chase me. But I don’t let her. I hold her still, my fingers digging intoher soft skin, and then I thrust back in, hard and deep, making her gasp.

“In… and out,”I repeat, my voice a low command.“Do it.”’

She obeys, her chest rising and falling as she tries to match her breaths to my rhythm. But it’s hard for her, I can tell. Every time I sink into her, she loses control, her breath hitching, her body trembling. And I love it. I love how much she struggles to keep up, how much she wants to please me even as she fights against it.