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Practically snarling at me, she asks, “How?”
“You get a safe word. You’re actually the one in control. I’ll stop if you ever use it.”
“Yeah, right.”
Now’s my turn to look at her with vehemence, the rage rising within me.
Reaching over, I pull her chin, so she has to look into my eyes.
“Believe me. I will fucking stop.” Letting her go, I relax some as she considers me.
“Besides, if you told or didn’t like it, then I wouldn’t get what I want again. ”
“You mean you want to rape me more than once?”
“I want to rape you a lot. Anytime I can capture you, I’m going to shove it in, prissy. No hesitation. I want free access. And I want you to fight me.”
“Wade… you want me to fight you? And you want to rape me any chance you can.”
“Yep. That’s not too much to ask.”
She goes still, silent, and pretty, looking perfect in this car.
Pretending like we both belong is what we’re good at and I know she’s considering all the ways I may be trying to trick her.
But there’s no trick. I enjoy stealing cunts, and if I have hers on the regular, I won’t have to hunt for one that will do this for me without freaking out about it.
Plus, that chance to knock her up with my own seed, me getting paid off for real with Jet’s money while he raises my kid…
Oof. It’s too glorious to miss out on. I’d cuck the bastard without him even knowing.
Prissy would get her money, my baby could be raised by the nanny, and I could be the cool “uncle” while Jet paid for his Ivy League education.
Rubbing a hand down the front of my jeans doesn’t distract my cock from the heat rising just thinking about it all.
“Okay,” she says quietly.
A smile comes over my face. Fuck, I may come in my pants just thinking about being inside her tiny puss again. “Yeah?”
“Yes. I’ll do it. But I get to choose my safe word.”
“Yeah, priss. Of course. What do you want it to be?”
Her lashes dip as she scans my frame, twisting in her seat to take me in. With a lift of the corner of her mouth, she says, “Neanderthal.”
With the tip of my large forefinger, I brush her cheek as she tries to lean away. “Got it, prissy. Game on.”
“What, now?!”
“Yeah. From now on, you better watch your back. Or your ass.”
“Well, can’t we talk about what I want or don’t want?”
Pulling into the parking spot outside Ash’s place, I jump out at the same time she rockets from it.
“That’s what a safe word is for.” Clearing my throat, I point out where his place is for her.
“Besides, you don’t really get to choose the scenario of how you’re raped.
Just that you are, and you can end it. And you’re gonna fight me. ”
“I-I don’t want you to stick that in my ass.”
A laugh escapes me as I unlock the door with the key Ash gave me. “Well, I’ll do you a favor. Right now, I won’t.”
“What’s that mean?”
“I won’t fuck your ass. Deal.”
Entering, she stares around, then grabs a backpack nearby and starts putting a laptop in it. “Why?”
“Because I want you to feel empowered, too.” But, really, let’s be real here. I’m gonna fuck that womb until it’s full of me. And just thinking about it, I know I can’t wait until tonight.
In two steps, I walk toward her frame as it’s bent over the sofa, gathering up some notebooks, then lift her dress. No panties, just how Jet likes her. She quickly spins and places a hand on top of mine, smacking it away.
With both hands, I grip the back of her thighs and slam her onto the sofa as she screams, then scratches my face with her sharpened claws, one breaking off as she does.
It doesn’t take much to grip both her wrists in one large palm and hold them above her head as I get my hips between hers.
With my free fingers, I reach down and unzip my jeans, pulling out my throbbing cock.
She kicks my back with her heels and continues to grunt, trying to squirm away from me.
It doesn’t work. “Fight me, come on, priss.”
With a hard shove, she gets a leg around to my front and kicks me in the chin, causing me to bite my tongue and lose grip on her wrists.
She slides out from under me and takes off toward the door, but I grab her ankle until she trips and lands on the coffee table, her dress already exposing her round ass. No tan lines, either.
Bending over her, I grip her hands tighter, then line up and shove in fully as she screams. Her cunt is so fucking tight around my length, but she’s also so fucking wet .
She almost loses a breath as I thrust in a second time, the sound of her gagging on her own spit makes me want to come immediately.
“Shh, take it. Don’t fight. You know you want this, prissy.
Be my good girl and let me rape you.” My palm lands in a hard smack against her firm butt cheek.
God, she feels so good. Sliding my knees further between hers, her bare thighs surround mine and I shove in deeper, wanting, needing to get in there.
Gripping her neck, I pull her up to sit with her back to my chest, the head of my dick piercing as close to her womb as possible. When I sit her up, tears escape the sides of her eyes and she whispers, “So fucking big, Wade.”
“You want your safe word? You want to test me, prissy? Use it. I’ll stop.”
“N-no.”
“Good fucking girl.” Pushing further into her, I reach around and pinch her nipple as she cries out again.
My mouth busies itself sucking on her neck, that rose scent making me feral for her, my cock erupting deep within her warm tunnel.
Comforting me, soothing that beast within with her whimpering moans as her hips continue to buck up against me until her sounds become those like ecstasy.
And suddenly I know I have to keep doing this, a base need arising within my soul to fill her with my seed. Put my baby inside her. And maybe not just the once. Maybe keep filling her, so she can’t leave me.
Even if it is Jet’s or Ash’s or Dane’s…
I’ll tell her it’s mine.