I let out a whine and pulled away from his mouth. My wetness was coating his cock, making it slide against my cunt with ease.

“Please, Warren. I can’t⁠—”

I gasped as he started to push into me.

So big. He was stretching me like I hadn’t been stretched in years.

Delicious heat swirled in my belly. Perfect. Everything my body had ever wanted, right here.

“Fuck, babygirl, you feel so good. So perfect.”

Warren’s cruelty? I could handle it. His praise? It had my eyes rolling in the back of my head and my back arching for him. I needed more of it. Needed to hear those sweet words fall from his mouth again.

I wiggled against him, trying to get him further in.

“I missed this,” he said as he finally slipped all the way inside. So deep. Filling me. Stuffing me. “How perfect you feel around me. No one else ever felt this perfect.”

Pain shot through me, but it was small and insignificant compared to the feeling of just how right he felt.

I couldn’t speak. I could barely breathe. My pussy was sucking him in, convulsing around him before he even thrust. And then, when he pulled out just a bit before bottoming out, I couldn’t take it. His cock was brushing against my cervix.

I needed it harder.

“Please, Warren,” I whispered, letting my arms wrap around his shoulders to pull him close.

His gaze was hooded, but he was watching every single move. Devouring me with his eyes now that, finally, he could have me. I was giving myself to him, wholly and unabashedly.

“Use your words, babygirl,” he said. “If you want me to fuck this sweet little cunt of yours, you have to say it.”

“Don’t make me,” I groaned and bucked my hips against him, but he didn’t move.

“Do it, Addi,” he commanded. “You begged for me so sweetly before. Let me hear it now.”

The brat in me wanted to revolt, to make him beg for me instead, but I was too far gone to listen to her.

He wants me to beg? I’ll do it better than anyone he’s ever met.

“Fuck me, Warren,” I moaned. “Please fuck my needy pussy until your cum is dripping down my thighs and I can’t even walk straight⁠—”

He pulled back and thrust into me violently, the gentle teasing version of him nowhere to be seen. This was what I wanted. For him to finally let the monster out of his cage. For him to ravage me. To break me completely.

He held me in place as he pulled back and slammed into me again. And again. And again.

“Yes, yes, like that, Warren, please,” I chanted as our hips met.

Unfortunately, he was right again.