Every inch of her writhed with his touch. Her soaking slit betrayed her good girl demeanour as her pathetic whines of no only served to force him harder onto her; knowing that a no was always a yes when she was with him. She reflected momentarily on how she had gotten into this position again. With each teasing kiss that he bit her lip with, and with each wandering touch, she recollected on the underwear she had chosen that morning. She questioned whether she had been aware that it had really been for him... whether she had secretly wanted him to look as she casually changed in front of him.
It didn't matter so much now... all she knew now was that she couldn't resist him. He had looked at her, just that moment too long. Enough to know that the invitation was there, placing the most teasing of kisses upon her overly red lips. In that split second she knew it was too late and he climbed on top of her, caressing down her neck and firmly holding her legs apart. Each delicate touch from him released another wave of electricity and wetness from her cunt as she twisted to stop him, knowing she wasn't meant to be there. He paused and looked at her, curious as to why she thought she had any right to protest. They both knew he held all power over her. He moved his hand up to her neck to give her a swift reminder of who she belonged to. His fingers dug into her throat whilst he pushed her face side to side and admired her, amused by her look of pure lust as her nipples hardened at his show of dominance.
He moved her hand to his cock and as she went to pull it away, he gripped her hand by force, leaving her no choice but to feel quite how much he was enjoying using her. With his thigh jammed between her thighs, he felt her cunt flood though her underwear. He forced her hands above her head, all the while teasing her tits with his mouth to ensure she had no choice but to accept her fate as his slut.
In a moment of weakness he released his grip on her and she tried to move away, yet his weight moved with her and she found her face pushed into the bed as he pinned her down, quickly spreading her legs with his and pushing his fingers past her knickers and into her pussy. He held her down by gripping her entire head of hair and twisting it to ensure she submitted entirely to him. Her whimpers of both pain and ecstasy encouraged him to push his cock into her, making her gasp as he did so. He reached round her to feel her swollen clit. She gyrated against his hand to gain some friction, struggling with her own wetness. She moaned as he momentarily fucked her hard, just enough to make her remember quite how wholly he owned her, then pulled out to turn her over and tie her hands to his bed. He showed no signs of being desperate - his calmness being one of the sexiest things about him.
Once again, she verbally told him that she'd had enough, yet her body gave every sign that she wanted to be fucked harder like the little whore they both knew she was. An easy solution came to him to stop her protests... he pulled down her wet knickers and forced them into her mouth, pushing his hand over them to ensure she couldn't spit them out. She had genuinely believed she might be able to push him away, yet as she lay there with his hand pushing on her face to hold up his weight as he fucked her cunt, she realise that no one else would ever quite have the effect on her that he had. She allowed herself to enjoy every inch of him inside her. Just as she felt herself beginning to come, he stopped, smirking at her desperation.
