ELLIE
He held my gaze, staring at me with authority, reinforcing his command. I blinked. Fuck. He wanted me to...
II fought against my body’s own desire, which longed to obey him. Shit. Why was I so turned on? That was the problem with Morgan—our arguments usually ended this way, all the anger was transformed into wild desire. And I didn’t have the will or the strength to fight it.
“We’ll talk later. This doesn’t mean you win. I’m just taking what I want,” I said.
“We’ll definitely talk. Now, obey.”
I let my purse drop to the floor and pretended I was about to kneel, but then stood back up, smiling provocatively.
“You really think I’m just going to obey after all this?”
“You’ve pushed enough for one night,” he said, with frustration flashing in his eyes.
“Let’s do it this way…” I took a step toward him and traced my finger down the center of his muscular chest. “You’re going to use that anger of yours for something useful.” I turned my back and started to pull my red dress over my head, letting it fall to the floor. “Two rules,” I said over my shoulder, moving my hair to one side. “From behind, and no kissing. I don’t want to have to look at you.”
A second later, he surprised me, pressing my body roughly against the wall, making me feel his hard, thick cock pressing into my ass.
Grabbing my hair, he pushed my cheek against the wall and growled through gritted teeth into my ear.
“You know how to act like a dirty bitch when you want to. Either way, it doesn’t matter, being gentle wasn’t in my plans.”
“Stop talking.”
Dropping behind me, he yanked down my lace panties, dragging them across my clit, the friction intensifying as he pulled harder.
I bit my lip to stifle a moan. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. I squeezed my thighs together, savoring the pleasure. Oh my God!
With a sharp, deliciously painful tug, the fabric ripped, leaving me breathless.
Standing again, he used his foot to spread my legs wider, making sure to lightly kick off my black stilettos. “Wider. You know how.” He whispered against my ear, his lips brushing my skin, making me smile. Bastard.
“Need more time to get it working?” I taunted.
Over my shoulder, I saw him toss the towel aside before pressing his cock between my cheeks, his fingers gripping my hips tightly. I could feel his hot breath by my ear.
“If you scream, he’ll hear you. I want you to scream.”
“Asshole.”
“Hold on tight.” He said before guiding his cock to my entrance and thrusting into me without any gentleness, knocking the air out of my lungs and forcing my hands against the wall.
Oh God. He pulled out and slammed into me again, harder. I couldn’t stifle the moan this time. I didn’t understand why seeing and feeling him so aggressive turned me on so much, making my entire body pulse with need. Even my dirtiest dreams didn’t come close to this, feeling him fuck me with such force.
This is what we were good at. We might not understand each other in any other way, but this felt so right.
Pleasure took over my body with every thrust, feeling him stretch me as his hips slapped against my ass. My breasts felt heavy, brushing against my bra, and my swollen, aching nipples longed for his touch, just like my clit did.
Without missing a beat, he grabbed my wrists, pulling my arms behind my back, just above my ass. He pressed my chest harder into the wall, burying himself deeper, and pushing me to the edge. Filling me so thoroughly, I let out a loud moan from deep in my throat.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled behind me, pounding harder, sending shivers down my spine.
My body was burning hot. I could barely keep my legs steady. Keeping up with his thrusts was always a challenge, but right now, there was an extra energy in him, fueled by his irritation, making him even more wild and determined.
I had to close my eyes to withstand the pace, my body absorbing every wave of pleasure his movements sent crashing through me. Fast and hard, relentlessly.
The sounds of our heavy breathing and moans mixed with the wet slapping of his thrusts. As if it wasn’t enough, he lifted one of my legs, gripping between my thigh and knee, forcing me to bend it.
“Fuck, that ass of yours is devilish,” he growled, sliding deeper with force.
“Oh my God…”
My breathing was out of control, and my mind was teetering on the edge of madness.
His hand moved from my hip to my clit, circling slowly. Fuck, yes! My legs trembled as his lips neared my ear, whispering:
“Moan for me.”
But I was already lost in moans, trying to remember how to breathe.
He pressed his forehead to my back, and I felt his lips and teeth grazing my skin. My whole body tensed, and my orgasm hit me like a bolt of electricity running down my spine.
It made my whole body tremble, releasing exactly where he was punishing me with each thrust, making me scream his name. He held onto my body as my legs gave out.
“Fuck…” A deep growl escaped his parted lips as he gave a few final thrusts. I felt him pulse inside me before he released his hot cum.
Panting, I basked in the afterglow, loving the feeling of his warm body pressed against mine.
When strength returned to my legs, I steadied my feet on the floor, resting my forehead against the wall.
“This shouldn’t feel so good,” I muttered.
With his hands on my waist, he pulled out of me and turned me around to face him. I was still breathless.
“I’m breaking your stupid rule now,” he said before crashing his lips into mine, kissing me deeply, sucking and teasing my tongue.