Mine

Martinez's POV

She wiped her eyes fast. “It’s nothing serious.”

I didn’t buy it. My eyes went straight to the side table. Her phone screen was still lit up. The last call showed clear: Dad.

“Was that your father who made you cry?” I asked.

Before she could open her mouth, the rage hit hard. “I’ll kill him if he tries to hurt you. You’re not his to toss around anymore.”

“It’s nothing,” she lied again, voice shaky.

I stared down at her in the tub. The water barely covered her tits. Her nipples were hard and dark, sticking straight out of the bubbles. My cock was already thickening in my pants.

“Get out of the tub,” I ordered.

She crossed her arms over her chest. “I want privacy. Get out first.”

I smirked. “Privacy? I own every fucking inch of you, Rodah. Those small tits. That tight pussy. That ass. Stand up. Now.”

She stayed sunk in the water, stubborn as always. “No. Leave me alone,” she insisted.

I stepped closer, voice low and dirty. “Your nipples are rock hard. You’re soaked for me, not the bath. I bet your cunt is dripping right now, thinking about my tongue.”

“Stop,” she snapped. “You always use force to get what you want.”

I laughed low. “It’s the way of the world, baby. Doesn’t make me cruel. It makes me the man who gets what he wants.”

She still didn’t move. I reached into the water, grabbed her wrist, and yanked her up fast. Water splashed everywhere. She stood there completely naked, dripping wet.

Fuck. Her body was perfect — slender waist, small perky tits with hard nipples, smooth shaved pussy, long toned legs. Every inch belonged to me.

I looked at her hungrily.

“Tonight I’m claiming every single inch of this body. When another bastard looks at you like Kilian did today, you’ll only remember how my thick cock feels stretching your tight cunt. Only my name will stay in your head.”

“Big talk,” she shot back, sarcastic. “You really think you can make me forget things?”

My blood burned hotter. “Watch me.”

She tried to cover her tits and pussy with her hands. I grabbed her wrists, pinned them behind her back with one hand, and lifted her out of the tub like. She was light, wet, and trembling against me.

I carried her straight to the big bed and dropped her on her back. Her slender body bounced on the mattress — small breasts jiggling, legs falling open, water still running down her smooth skin.

I stripped my clothes off fast. My cock sprang free, rock hard and heavy.

“Spread your legs wider,” I ordered.

She glared at me but slowly opened her thighs. “I don’t want you.”

“Liar.” I dropped between her legs and dragged my tongue up her slit in one long, slow lick.

She gasped loud. “Oh shit—”

I sucked her swollen clit into my mouth and pushed two a finger deep inside her. She was soaking wet. I fucked her with my fingers while my tongue flicked her clit.

Her hips bucked against my face. “I hate you so much—”

I pulled back right when she was about to come. She whimpered in frustration.

I licked her slow again, teasing her clit with the flat of my tongue. Brought her right to the edge. Then stopped.

“Fuck— Martinez—”

I did it again. And again. Four times I edged her until her legs shook badly and her voice turned desperate and broken.

“Say it,” I growled against her inner thigh. “Tell me whose pussy this is.”

“Yours… damn you.”

I stood up, climbed over her, and pinned her wrists above her head with one hand. “Look at me.”

She stared up, breathing fast, eyes glassy with need.

I rubbed the thick head of my cock up and down her soaked slit, coating myself in her juices. “Remember this the next time anyone looks at you.”

Then I thrust in deep in one hard stroke.

She cried out sharply. Her tight cunt squeezed my cock like a hot fist. Her body was completely ready for every inch of me.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight,” I groaned.

I started fucking her with steady, deep strokes. Every thrust slammed all the way in. Her small tits bounced hard with each slam. The wet slapping sound of my balls hitting her ass filled the room.

She moaned loud despite herself. Her legs wrapped around my waist even as she tried to fight it.

I leaned down and bit her neck. “This is what you were made for. Taking my cock like a good little wife.”

I felt her start to tighten again. Right before she could come, I pulled out completely.

She whimpered. “No— please—”

I flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up high, and slammed back inside her from behind. Deeper this time. I fucked her harder, one hand smacking her ass with a sharp crack.

“That’s for being stubborn all day.”

She came hard, screaming into the pillow, her pussy pulsing and milking my cock.

I didn’t stop. I kept pounding through her orgasm, drawing it out until she was shaking and gasping.

Only when she was limp and whimpering did I let myself go. I buried myself to the balls and came with a low groan, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her.

I stayed buried inside her dripping cunt, breathing heavy against her neck.

“You’re mine, Rodah,” I whispered roughly. “Every fucking inch. And your body already knows it better than you do.”

She lay there spent, my cock still twitching inside her, no smart comeback left.