“Is this what you want, Courtney?” His lips touched hers, his eyes stared into hers.
The intense blue of his gaze was nearly a shock this close up. They were brilliant, blazing with lust, with the struggle to maintain his control.
The head of his c**k parted the soaked folds of her cunt, lodging at the entrance to her weeping pu**y. Breathing in deeply, Courtney struggled against the pleasure that demanded her submission, demanded she give in to him, that she no longer tease, no longer tempt. But she knew Ian. And she knew this first battle in the war they were waging against each other, could well decide the future she was fighting so hard for.
“I want you,” she whispered. “All of you, Ian.” Her tongue licked over his lips, as her h*ps lifted closer, feeling the head of his c**k begin to stretch her.
“All of me?” He smiled, the curve of his lips tight with the effort to maintain his control. “Let’s see how much you can take, baby. Then we’ll see if you want it all.”
His h*ps flexed.
The buzzing in her anus was driving her crazy, but the slow, rhythmic press and retreat of his c**k into the entrance of her pu**y began to replace the burning pleasure in her ass.
She cried out his name, gasping, nearly incoherent with the sensations as she felt him slowly making his way inside her. The anal plug filled her, Ian overfilled her. Retreat and thrust, retreat and thrust, stretching her as her cries turned to screams, her pleas to wordless, incoherent gasps as the pleasure and pain combined. Teasing. Taunting. Each stroke went deeper inside her, fueling the already flaming pulses of hunger erupting inside her.
She could feel every inch of his heavily veined c**k invading her pu**y as her fists curled, her wrists still locked in his as a heavy sheen of sweat covered his face, his chest. His breath was sawing in and out of his chest, the fight for control apparent in the baring of his teeth.
“You feel so good, Ian,” she whispered against his lips, her fingers curling against his hold in her need to touch him. “So hot and hard. Like heated steel.” She lifted against him, a moan rippling from her chest at the caress of his cock, barely penetrating her. “Take me, Ian. Take all of me.”
His eyes narrowed. They blazed.
“When I watched you,” she panted in excitement. “With my maids. I would watch you take them, so slow, so easy, as they screamed beneath you. And I heard you…” She saved her closest secret for the most important battle. “I heard you cry my name as you f**ked them.”
He jerked against her. Fury flared in his eyes, his muscles tightening with his anger, his lust, as he stared back at her. His h*ps flexed, his c**k forcing inside her with a hard, sharp thrust, burying him in another scant inch before his control reasserted itself. Barely.
She smiled slowly.
“I dare you to f**k me,” she taunted him then, gasping at the sensations tearing through her.
“I swear to God, I’m going to gag you.” He retreated, pushed back, but the tension was growing. The threads of his control unraveling.
She licked her lips, tightened the muscles of her vagina and moaned in nearing rapture.
“Gag me,” she cried hoarsely. “Let me scream, Ian. I need to scream for you. God, please, I’m f**king dying for you.”
Her head thrashed as he retreated again before moving back, forcing more of the straining width of his erection inside her. His expression was tight, savage, his breathing harsh as perspiration dripped from his brow and a savage grimace tightened his lips.
“More…” She could barely form the words. “So close…Ian… Please. Let me come. Let me finally come…”
“No, damn you…” His voice was rife with tortured hunger.
“Fuck me, Ian. Fuck me hard. Make me scream for you… Just for you…”
His head lowered to her neck, a curse ripping from his throat as he suddenly surged inside her. Hard. Deep. Filling every portion of her pu**y as the control he prided himself so deeply on, broke.
Nothing could have prepared Courtney for what was to come.
His h*ps began to move with a powerful flex of his muscles as he began to f**k her, shafting inside the tender channel with strokes that parted, stretched and burned the delicate tissue of her cunt.
His hold on her was tight, his hand gripping her hip, the other leaving her wrists to burrow in her hair, pulling at it, kneading her scalp with exciting tingles of sensation as she felt his c**k thrusting strong and deep, rasping the delicate tissue already tormented by the vibration of the plug in her ass.
The dual sensations were hedonistic. The most sensual experience she could have imagined.
“Lift your legs. Wrap them around me.” His hand slid to her thigh as she obeyed the hoarse direction.
His c**k went deeper, her pu**y became tighter.
She chanted his name as her arms curled around his neck and she hung on for dear life. With each hard thrust into the clenching channel, he sent a wildfire of pleasure-pain coursing through her body as she arched to him.
“God, yes,” she moaned, nearly insane with the sensations pouring through her senses. “Fuck me, Ian. Fuck me harder.”
Each stroke, though hard and deep, was measured, controlled. She had thought she had stripped him of his restraint, but it was still there, he was still torturing her, tormenting her with the orgasm that pulsed just out of reach.
“My game,” he growled as his lips moved to her neck, his teeth scraping, nipping at the sensitive flesh. “My way, Courtney.”
He surged to his knees, pulling her legs further, gripping them, spreading them as his gaze went to the center of her body.
“Look,” he commanded her roughly. “Watch as I f**k you, baby. See how tight and wet your sweet pu**y is.”
Dazed, consumed with need, her gaze dropped along her body as she cried out at the eroticism of what she saw. Her h*ps were elevated by the position of her legs, the glistening bare flesh of her cunt in full view as his c**k slowly retreated.
The dark, bulging flesh gleamed with a thick coat of her juices as the moist sound of his retreat echoed around her. Then he was sliding in again. Slowly. So very slowly.
“Feel it, Courtney,” he snarled then. “How tight your cunt is. My c**k is filling you, stretching you. Does it burn, baby?”
She screamed at the pleasure-pain, her hands clenching in the sheets as she bucked against him.
“Is this what you want, sweetheart,” he growled as he retreated again. A second later he thrust into her, hard, fast.