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him, trying to drive him deeper, to trigger the climax boiling at the edge of ecstasy.
Greedy, baby, he whispered, holding her hands to the couch cushions, resisting
her twisting hips. No, baby. Slow and easy. I want you to feel every inch of my cock
stretching that tight pussy of yours. I want you screaming for it, begging me to heed
your declaration that you belong to me.
He would kill her. She had forgotten that he had learned the sensual, torturous arts
of forcing erotic submission under tutors who made no allowances for innocence. She
doubted her defiance did more than heighten his own anticipation.
She licked her lips, staring up at him as he nudged deeper. A small measure only,
causing her cunt to grip desperately, pleading, weeping its slick juices as it demanded
her acquiescence to him.
His eyes narrowed as he watched her tongue, his hips jerking before he could
control the response. Faith allowed her eyelids to drop slumberously, her head raising
as she lapped at a hard male nipple above her. He groaned, and she could feel his
muscles trembling as he fought for control. Her teeth raked the hard male flesh.
Faith whimpered at the need she had to sink her teeth into the muscle above it, to
lick him, taste his skin again.
Jacob s growl was deep, animalistic, his cock driving a tenuous inch inside her
gripping heat. Almost. Oh God. She wanted to throw her head back and scream for
more, to scream out her acceptance of his dominance and her plea for the hard, driving
length of his cock.
He reared back on his knees then, his eyes going to the slick lips of her cunt. Faith
looked down, seeing his length, so thick it looked threatening, the mushroom shaped
head buried between the lips, lodged in her vagina.
Cheating, she groaned, falling back to the cushions as her legs encased his hips.
Her hands strained at the grip he had on her.
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I won, she announced. No matter what you force She bit her lip, panting as
she tried to bring him further inside her. No matter what you make me say. I won.
She forced the words past her lips, her head tossing as the desperate cry welling in her
throat was forced free. Oh God, Jacob
It was agony. She could feel the deep throb, the heat spearing into her, the rush of
blood pounding in her cunt, tightening her, pleading with her to give him what he
wanted, so he would give her what she needed.
Does it matter how I win? he asked her, his voice graveled, deep from his own
arousal.
Faith s eyes opened, barely able to stare into the erotic savagery of his expression.
Where is your victory? she asked him, breathless, trembling from her need.
There is none with no resistance, Jacob.
His eyes narrowed further. His hips flinched, driving him no further, but forcing
his cock to caress the stretched muscles it now possessed.
There is victory in the attainment, he assured her.
Is there? She ground her hips against him, succeeding in tormenting herself
further, but also causing the flush that mantled his cheekbones to deepen as the pupils
of his eyes flared. Could I defeat you, Jacob? she cried out, no longer able to still the
urgency that pounded demandingly through her body.
She needed to touch him, to taste him. God help her, she would give him whatever
he demanded for that alone.
His breathing was hard, heavy now. His own control becoming shaken. Tears rose
in her eyes, her body surged with the knowledge of his dominance at this moment. His
experience was more than she could fight. More than she could deny.
Let me touch you, she screamed out finally. Six years I waited on you. Damn
you, let me touch you. I am yours. For now, Jacob, I am yours.
His cock pulsed, buried inside her an inch deeper as he groaned out roughly,
fleeting confusion crossing his face.
Always mine, he whispered roughly.
No. She shook her head, fighting the need to lie, to give him whatever he
demanded, if only for the moment. For now. Yours for now, Jacob. You cannot defeat
what cannot fight back. Where is your victory? Where is the belonging when it is
taken?
She jerked against his hold, her legs tightening at the small of his back, fighting to
force his cock inside her, to feel the pinch, the separation of her aching pussy.
Damn you, he bit out roughly, his voice darkened with exasperation and an
arousal as hot as her own.
But he released her hands, his palms sliding up her arms then beneath her
shoulders, holding her in a gentle vice. He lowered himself against her, his expression
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filled with a wariness, a hesitancy, as though releasing his hold on her was an alien
concept. Alien and not entirely comfortable.
Faith wasn t about to give him time to rethink the decision. As he moved to hold
her close, her hands flattened at his hard stomach.
I want to touch, she cried out. Touch as you touch, Jacob.
Her hand moved over the perspiration-dampened flesh, her hips undulating
against him as a hard, tortured growl ripped from his chest. Her vagina clenched on the
scant inches buried inside it, and though he refused to bury more of his length inside
her, he allowed her hands to smooth down, over the tight muscles of his abdomen,
lower to the damp width of his cock.
Her fingers smoothed over the pulsing flesh as his hand moved to her breast, the
fingers tweaking a painfully hard nipple. She arched, moaned for more.
Give to me, he demanded. I have not forgotten what you must pay to receive
your pleasure, Faith.
The words were distant, a warning, a growling threat she chose to ignore. His
release of her did more than free her hands. It freed the agonized, howling lust that had
been chained inside her for six years. Her mouth went to the smooth muscles of his
chest, just above the dark, male nipple that had drawn her attention earlier.
Her mouth opened, her lips moving over the area, her tongue licking, flickering
over the salty male skin as his head dipped closer and he licked the mark along her
neck. Sensation piled atop sensation. Her pussy gushed, her clit felt explosive as she
arched to him. Then, unable to deny herself further, her teeth raked his skin, her canines
scraping the flesh as his did similarly to her neck.
Before Faith could think, halt herself, or explain the compulsion, she allowed the
sharp points of her teeth to draw blood, her mouth clamping to the wound as he jerked,
cried out, his own teeth and mouth re-possessing the area he had marked at her neck.
She could feel her body screaming, agonized cellular wails of an arousal so destructive
she felt as though her head would burst. Her tongue swiped, her mouth sucked at the
wound, the glands at the side of her tongue pulsing, releasing their moisture as her
saliva was laved over the primitive scratches.
Heat built around her as Jacob s mouth caressed her neck, his tongue cool, then hot,
his mouth sucking at her as her hands went to his back, her nails digging into the
smooth taut flesh as he suddenly cried out hoarsely.
His hips bunched, his hands caught her hips, then he was surging hard and hot
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