Chapter Seven

James caught her wrist before she could dip her hand lower, his grip firm but not cruel.

“Careful, little viper,” he warned, though his voice was more growl than reprimand.

“You push too hard, and I’ll remind you exactly who’s in charge here.”

Ella laughed, low and throaty, the sound sending a fresh jolt of heat straight to his groin.

“Oh, please.” She twisted her wrist free and let her fingers trail down his stomach, nails scraping lightly over the defined ridges of his abs.

“You like when I push.” Her touch hovered just above the waistband of his boxers, close enough that he could feel the heat of her palm through the thin cotton.

“Admit it. You’d be bored if I just lay here and let you have your way.”

His jaw clenched, the muscle feathering as he fought the urge to flip her onto her stomach and fuck the sass right out of her.

But that was the game, wasn’t it? The push and pull, the way she challenged him even when she was spread beneath him, her cunt dripping and her thighs trembling.

He did like it. More than he should. “You’re playing with fire,” he said, his free hand sliding up her thigh, fingers splaying over the inside of it, dangerously close to the damp heat between her legs.

Ella’s breath hitched, but she didn’t back down. Instead, she arched into his touch, her lips parting as his thumb grazed the lace of her panties, what was left of them, anyway.

The fabric was ruined, the crotch torn aside from the last time he’d been too impatient to undress her properly.

“Burn me, then,” she whispered, her voice dropping to a husky purr. Her fingers finally dipped beneath the waistband of his boxers, wrapping around the thick, heavy length of his cock.

He was already half-hard, the skin velvety and hot, the vein along the underside throbbing against her palm.

“Fuck, you’re always like this,” she breathed, stroking him once, twice, her thumb swiping over the slick bead of pre-cum at the tip.

“No wonder you can’t keep your hands off me.”

James groaned, his hips jerking involuntarily into her grip.

“Christ, Ella,” he bit out, his hand tightening on her thigh.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

His fingers hooked into the waistband of her jeans, yanking her closer until their bodies aligned, her hand still working him, his thumb pressing against the soaked lace of her panties.

He could smell her sweet and musky, the scent of her arousal mixing with the waxy vanilla of the candles.

“You’re soaked,” he growled, grinding the heel of his hand against her clit through the fabric.

“Already ready for another round, aren’t you? Even after I fucked you raw last night.”

Ella gasped, her back arching off the bed as pleasure lanced through her.

“Y-yes,” she admitted, her voice breaking. “I told you. One more round.”

Her grip on his cock tightened, her strokes becoming more insistent, her thumb swirling over the slick head.

“Unless you’re too old to keep up.”

That did it.

With a snarl, James flipped her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while his other tore at the button of her panties.

“You,” he growled, his mouth crashing down onto hers, “are going to learn some fucking respect.” His teeth sank into her bottom lip, hard enough to make her whimper, before his tongue swept in, claiming her mouth like he owned it. Like he owned her.

Ella moaned into the kiss, her body writhing beneath him, her hips lifting to meet the rough grind of his.

The denim of her jeans was a delicious friction against her sensitive clit, the lace of her panties doing nothing to dull the sensation.

“Fuck, James” she gasped, breaking the kiss to drag in a ragged breath. “Stop teasing and fuck me already.”

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against her neck as he trailed his lips down to the hollow of her throat, nipping at the delicate skin.

“Since you asked so nicely.”His free hand finally shoved her jeans and panties down her thighs, exposing her glistening pussy to the cool air of the room.

The sight of her, spread open and dripping, her clit swollen and flushed, nearly made him come undone right then.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his breath hot against her inner thigh. “Such a greedy little slut for my cock.”

Ella whimpered, her legs falling open wider in invitation. “Please”

He didn’t make her beg again.

With a rough shove, James kicked his boxers the rest of the way off, his cock springing free, thick and veiny and already leaking.

He lined himself up against her entrance, the head of his cock nudging against her slick folds.

“You want this?” he demanded, his voice a guttural rasp. “You want me to fuck this tight little cunt until you can’t walk?”

“Yes,” Ella hissed, her nails digging into his shoulders. “God, yes”

He gave her exactly what she asked for.

In one brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, stretching her wide, filling her so completely she saw stars.

Ella cried out, her back bowing off the bed as her body struggled to adjust to his size. “Fuck fuck ” she choked out, her inner walls clenching around him, milking him even as he bottomed out.

James groaned, his forehead dropping to hers as he gave her a second to adjust.

“You feel incredible,” he gritted out, his hips already rolling, pulling out just enough to slam back in.

“So tight. So wet.” His hand slid up to grip her throat, not hard enough to cut off her air, but enough to make her pulse race beneath his fingers.

“You were made for my cock, weren’t you?”

Ella could only whimper in response, her mind short-circuiting as he set a punishing pace, his thrusts deep and relentless.

The bed creaked beneath them, the black sheets twisting as she wrapped her legs around his waist, her boots digging into the small of his back.

“Harder,” she gasped, her fingers clawing at his skin. “I can take it,fuck”

James growled, his control snapping.

He flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up until she was on her knees, her ass in the air, her face pressed into the mattress.

The position left her completely at his mercy, her pussy dripping, her clit throbbing. He didn’t hesitate. He slammed back into her with a groan, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises.

“You want it harder?” he snarled, his cock pistoning in and out of her with brutal precision.

“Then take it, you little whore.”

Ella sobbed, her body trembling as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. “Yes yes” she choked out, her fingers twisting in the sheets. “I’m gonna,I’m gonna”

“Come for me,” James ordered, his voice a dark command. His hand snaked around her hip, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing in tight, relentless circles.

“Now, Ella. Now.”

She shattered.

Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body locking up as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

Her pussy clenched around his cock, her walls fluttering, milking him as she came undone with a broken cry.

James groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as her tight heat pushed him over the edge.

With a final, deep plunge, he buried himself inside her and came, his cum flooding her in hot, thick spurts, filling her up until it dripped down her thighs.

Panting, James collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms as their hearts hammered in sync.

The first rays of morning light finally crept through the curtains, painting their sweat-slicked skin in gold.

Ella nuzzled against his chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns over the scar on his jaw.

“Told you,” she murmured, her voice smug and satisfied. “One more round.”

James huffed a laugh, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “You’re going to be the death of me, Ella.”

She grinned against his skin. “But what a way to go.”