She struggled against him, almost throwing him off-balance as he released his c**k from his pants. It was destructive being held this way, unable to fight him, unable to get away from him. The heat of it wrapped around her senses, making her body so sensitive that when his fingers smoothed over the slick folds of her pu**y she nearly cl**axed then.
“Like it, baby?” he growled as he positioned his c**k at the entrance of her cunt. “God, I love having you like this. Restrained. Submissive. It makes my dick harder than it’s ever been.”
The steel-hard flesh nudged against her, a silky spurt of the pre-come jetting inside her. They both groaned. It was so warm, making her hotter, slicker, as he began to work his c**k into the tight entrance, pushing her shoulders to the mat as he forced her legs to stay bent, her rump raised to his burrowing impalement.
“Damn you,” she panted roughly as she struggled against his hold, still fighting to get free, bucking against him then groaning roughly as it only lodged the thick head deeper inside her.
Oh, that was too good. The painful pleasure of the abrupt impalement had her nerves screaming, her cl*t throbbing in desperation.
She tugged at the hold on her wrists, wiggled her hips, dislodging him once then groaning fiercely as his hand connected sharply with the cheek of her ass. Okay. She liked that too much. He nestled his c**k against the entrance again. She felt another spurt of fluid as he slid in. Pulling back he began to work his erection inside her once more. She dislodged him again. Dash chuckled. “Do you like being spanked, Elizabeth?” His hand connected to the curve of her ass again, causing her to jerk and moan heatedly. “I think you do, baby. I think you like having that pretty ass spanked. I bet you’ll like having it f**ked even better.”
“Don’t you dare,” she cried out as his fingers slid against her anus. Thankfully, his c**k tucked against the folds of her pu**y once again.
“Do it again, Elizabeth, and I’ll take you hard,” he warned her. “Don’t play with me right now.”
And she was playing with him, tempting his control and she knew it. She wanted him hard and deep, wanted to shake that tightly held power he had over his own actions. He spurted inside her again and she felt her vagina relax. She struggled harder, laughing when he cursed, turning her h*ps to the side and dislodging him again as she bucked back, surprising him into releasing his hold on her wrists to keep from hurting her. She scrambled away from him, glorying in the hard growl that erupted from his throat a second before he gripped her h*ps and jerked her back. His c**k pressed hard inside her again as a hard jet of fluid filled her a second before he pushed half the hard erection inside her with a swift thrust.
“Dash.” She arched, screaming out at the pleasure/pain as he pulled back then thrust deeper, then again, until on the third stroke he impaled her with every hard thick inch of hungry, throbbing cock.
“Oh God!” she cried out, fighting to relax around the engorged intruder as it moved back and thrust home again.
He thrust hard and deep. He was breathing roughly, his hands gripping her hips, working his c**k in and out of her with surging thrusts that had her crying out in greedy lust. He was stoking a fire inside her that threatened to steal her mind, stretching her wide, filling her before retreating, only to open her again. Fire streaked up her spine; pleasure tore through her womb before arching along her body. Each time he filled her, groaning harshly as her pu**y gripped him heatedly, her orgasm tightened in her belly. He was making few allowances for her now. The strokes were increasing in thrust and depth, powering inside her as she screamed out beneath him, twisting and thrusting back to drive him harder into the convulsing muscles of her cunt. They fought for the dominance of the act then, to see who could push the other further. To see if Elizabeth would explode or Dash would lose that last hold on his teetering control. She was determined to win.
As he plunged inside her she tightened her cunt, milking his flesh as he growled in resistance and pulled back, fighting her hold on him. She fought her own release, knowing if she came before he lost his own control then she would have lost that dominance in this act alone. The ability to make him need her above all things, to take her as he needed her, to accept her as his woman, his mate, able to accept every facet of his needs was imperative.
“Harder,” she cried out as he kept the thrusts timed, groaning with each forward stroke as though it were killing him. “Damn you, Dash. Fuck me harder. Now.”
She pushed back, not allowing him to draw from her, stroking his c**k with the flexing of her muscles as his hands tightened at her hips.
“Lizbeth,” he moaned almost brokenly. “God, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She fought his hold, bucking back and driving him deeper, flexing around him as tight as she could bear as she felt him shudder behind her, felt his hands tighten convulsively on her h*ps as a tremor shook his hard body.
Elizabeth moved back harder, driving him deeper as she reached beneath her body, her hands finding and caressing the hard, tight sac beneath the base of his c**k as a strangled groan filled the air and he lost all semblance of control.
He was taking her in hard, deep, fast strokes that powered into her as the jets of fluid fought to relax the desperately tight muscles of her pu**y while she clenched further around him. She was going to cl**ax. It was building in her womb, surging through her body as she lay beneath him, crying out, screaming his name as the pleasure overwhelmed her.
“God. Elizabeth…” He slammed hard and deep and moved to pull free again when she felt it happen. The tight stretching, the knot swelling midway up the length of his cock, filling her, locking into the rippling muscles of her pu**y as she exploded beneath him. Her scream was torn from her throat as she felt his harsh explosions at the mouth of her womb, filling her, searching for fertile ground as she pulsed and exploded in her own release.
It seemed never ending. She collapsed to the mat as Dash followed her down, buried inside her, locked in the depths of her convulsing cunt as their bodies shuddered with each hard spurt of his se**n. Sweat coated their bodies as they fought for breath. Dash’s head lay beside hers, his teeth locked on her shoulder from the moment his release began, his groans sounding more like feral growls each time his seed jetted inside her.
Finally, long minutes later, she felt the fierce swelling begin to ease, felt him shudder then pull free of her tight grip with a deep, harsh moan. He fell beside her, breathing harshly, his hard body trembling.