Chapter 13

He grabs my hand and yanks me into the room. I don't even get the chance to gasp because his mouth is crashing down on mine, tongue sliding into my mouth, demanding I return his wild kiss. And I do, gripping his hair so he doesn't have a choice but to kiss me harder. His beard scratches my cheeks in the best way while his hands begin to wander everywhere. On my breasts one second, one on my pussy the next as the other goes to my ass, squeezing my ass cheek so hard I break our kiss with a hiss.

He begins walking us backwards, lips moving to my neck, finger rubbing my clit in rough circles.

"Did you like standing there naked?" he asks harshly. "Your breasts, your pussy on display?"

"Yes," I breathe.

"Do you feel how fucking hard you have me?"

I can. His cock is between my thighs, rubbing against the parts of my pussy that his hand isn't covering.

"Answer me," he snaps.

"Yes, I feel it," I gasp out, his two fingers thrusting into me fast and hard.

"Do you want this cock in your mouth or your pussy first?"

"My pussy. Please." Because I need to be filled by much more than his fingers right now.

We don't make it to the bed this time. His fingers slide out of me and then the room is a blur as he spins me around. I'm quickly bending over the arm of the couch with my hands hurrying to reach out and balance myself. I barely breathe as I listen to the sound of the condom wrapper opening, then he's at my opening, pushing in, making me take every inch of him with one thrust.

"Law." His name leaves me in a strangled moan as he stretches me.

He leans over me, his mouth coming to my ear while he gives me slow, shallow strokes.

"A whore or a slut?"

"Whore. Your whore."

He stills, and I realize what I said. I can't take it back.

"What did you say?"

And I find I don't want to.

"I want you to treat me like I'm your whore."

"You sure about that, Sarah?"

"Yes."

Then his weight lifts from me, and a second later, his hands are on my hips, gripping tight enough to hurt as he slides out of me only to slam back in. He holds me right where he wants me, not even giving me the opportunity to run from him. Not that I would. He pounds into me without mercy, no rhythm, just one fast, hard thrust after the other until my head is falling forward with the orgasm I feel coming. One hand leaves my hip and then pain flares against my right ass cheek. With my gasp comes the realization that he spanked my ass. He does it again, and again. Lets go of my other hip to spank the other side.

I'm gripping the fabric of the couch, nothing but gasps and pleas under him. But not pleas for him to stop like I would have expected. Pleas for him not to. Because that pain, mixing with the pleasure every stroke of his cock is giving me, it has me right there. It has my eyes closing, my back arching for more, my pussy tightening around him because it never wants him to leave.

His hands move, one trailing up my spine until it reaches my neck, comes around to clutch my throat. He squeezes, driving into me harder, grunting, groaning.

"Take my cock. Take all of it. I feel you squeezing around me. You want to come on this cock, don't you?"

"Yes!" I cry out.

"But you need more?"

"Yes." I don't know what. A few more strokes. More pressure against my throat, even though I'm already feeling my pulse thrumming from how tight he's gripping it. More. More. More. My body is demanding it.

"I'll give you more."

He leans over me, and I shiver at the feeling of his tongue licking up his spine, taking me that much closer to where I need to be. Then his finger is at my clit, rubbing it, working me to the point that my eyes are closing with the tension building.

"Yes, yes. Right there." So close. So fucking close.

But then his finger is gone, and a groan of pure frustration leaves me.

He just chuckles, slowing down his strokes as he says, "Don't worry. I'm gonna take care of my whore."

That finger, wet from being on my clit, is at my asshole. A sharp breath escapes me as I wait for him to go beyond the pressure he's putting there, but he's still. I realize his stillness is asking for permission.

"Please, Law," I beg as I push back into him, and his finger.

And the next moment, he's sliding his finger in, at the same time that he slowly thrusts into me. A long moan leaves me, the feeling of his cock filling me, his finger stretching me almostoverwhelming. Almost. He begins thrusting both of them into me faster, harder, and my orgasm is right there, barely out of my reach. It's when his hand tightens on my throat as he slams his cock and finger deep into me that I come.

"Don't stop, Law. Please don't stop. Don't stop."

"Come on my cock like you're my whore," he pants. "Fuck your ass on my finger. Let me feel you yelling my name against my hand."

He starts fucking me incredibly faster, and I do yell, his name, curses, and eventually for mercy, because it feels like my body cannot take another second. He still fucks me anyway, his cock and finger filling me, making me gasp and moan until he's suddenly slipping both out of me. His hand releases my throat, and I instantly feel so empty, so in need of his touch again. But I stay bent over, my legs trembling, chest heaving, arms too shaky to lift myself. I don't even know how I held myself up all this time now that I'm noticing how weak they feel.

"You had me in your pussy. Now come take me in your mouth."

I look over my shoulder, into the bedroom I haven't seen yet, and find Law sitting in the bed, back against the headboard, hand stroking his cock. Waiting for me. I raise, taking a needed deep breath as I turn around. Law licks his lips while I walk over to him. When I reach the side of the bed, I begin to climb on, but his hand on my arm stops me. Eyes locked on mine, he leans forward and extends his hand to slide two fingers through my pussy. I shudder when they touch my overly sensitive clit. His fingers leave me, and as he sits back, his hand goes to his cock. I watch as he wipes my cum and wetness all over himself. Why does it turn me on so much to know I'll be tasting myself on him?

"Suck my cock like you want every drop of my cum down your throat."

I swallow, climbing onto the bed, over his legs to settle between his thighs. God, his cock is beautiful. Heat rushes through me just remembering the way his cock made my jaw ache last time I had him in my mouth. Bracing my hands on his thighs, I lean forward and lick around the tip. His low groan meets my ears as I go lower, getting the first taste of myself. I moan around him and feel his thighs twitch under my hands. I run the tip of my tongue up the underside of his cock as I raise my head, then slowly swipe it from side to side as I lower again. I speed up, bobbing my head on him, then slow down to circle my tongue around the tip a few times.

"Yeah. Work that tongue on me like my good whore."

I suck harder, flicking my tongue against where the vein on his cock meets his tip once I realize each time I do it makes him jump in my mouth.

"Shit, Sarah."

I smile around him, loving how close to the edge I can feel he is.

"Are you smiling on me? Your mouth must not be full enough, then."

His hand is in my hair the next second, pushing my head down until his cock is so far in my mouth that I feel like I can't breathe.

"There we go. Now your mouth is full of my cock. Swallow it."

I do. I swallow, and feel my throat constrict around the tip of his cock.

"Yes." He groans low and long.