Hands palming her ass, I start moving her body on me. I lift her up and down on my cock and thrust my hips to meet her at the same time.
Any choice has been taken away. She’s fucking herself on my dick whether she was ready to or not. But gradually hesitation fades.
Soon she’s riding along, gyrating her hips as we slip into a steady rhythm.
“I own this pussy, princess,” I growl, driving up into her. “From here on out, it’s mine. Just like you. Understand?”
“Yes…” she pants, eyes clenched shut. Her fingers return to her clit as she rides me, rubbing and fucking herself on my cock at the same time.
As if I needed anything else to drive my hunger for her. As if her tits bouncing and silky pussy wrapped around me weren’t enough.
Now I’m treated to the view of her pleasuring herself as I slide in and out of her.
My grip on her ass tightens. I wrench her back down again and again on me. Hot pressure wells up inside me, signaling I’m already close.
But I grit my teeth and power through it. I focus on how hypnotic her hips are as she moves with enough skill it’s hard to believe this is her first time.
Her body dips then rises as if she’s moving to an imaginary beat. She rides my cock better than I ever remember any other woman doing.
The girl might’ve acted nervous and hesitant, but it’s clear she’s a natural. She’s lost herself to the motions and the feel-good sensations and dominance as I grope her ass and fist her hair.
We’re both so fucking close, panting hard, bodies operating as one.
It’s why I’m taken by surprise when she flips the moment on its head. Simone goes from taking my cock deep in her once-virginal pussy to producing a small blade that she presses to my throat like she’s about to slit it open.
Where the blade even comes from, I’ve got no fucking clue. Maybe she hid it under the pillow earlier when she disappeared for a few minutes.
But I’ve obviously been too distracted by her tight, silken pussy and theatrical performance to notice her pull it out.
Our gyrations die out as she glares hatefully into my eyes and holds the blade tightly against my jugular.
My cock’s still fuckinginsideher, her thighs bracketing mine, yet here she is, pressing a knife to me like some skilled gangster.
A slow, crooked grin comes to my face. “So Malcolm Langston’s daughter isn’t so prissy and innocent after all. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised the daughter of a weapons dealer would pull a weapon on me.”
She says nothing, merely glaring at me like I’m her worst enemy.
“Well?” I challenge. “What are you waiting for? Do it. Slice my throat.”
But I already know she won’t—daughter of a weapons dealer or not, my beautiful virginal bride is no killer. She’s pulled a blade on me, but if she truly meant to do me in, she would’ve done it with no hesitation.
She would’ve slit my throat the moment she got the upper hand.
It’s that flicker of hesitancy that gives me my opening.
I grab her by the wrist and easily overpower her, forcing the blade from her grasp with brute strength. She squeals in pain from how roughly I’ve gripped her wrist. Then I’m flipping us over, reversing our position.
She’s planted face down on the mattress, once again trapped under me. Her whole body jerks and bucks against me, but it’s no use.
I’m weighing her down, caging her like an animal about to be slaughtered. I’m using her own weapon against her, wrapping her up in my arms and pressing the same blade against her delicate throat.
“Ronan!” she screams in wild panic.
“See how that goes, princess? See how the tables turn when you try to act out?” I ask her crudely. “I can make you suffer so much worse than you could ever make me.”
I shove her thighs apart with my knee, driving myself back into her pussy.
She releases her highest-pitched scream yet as I sink in deep and her quivering walls stretch to accommodate me.