He pushed me against the wall, holding my arms above my head and aggressively biting my neck. He pulled back, holding my chin with one hand, and looked me in the eye.
“How would you feel if I said something fairly brutal?”
“Try me,” I said, bracing myself for the weight of his words, my insides on fire with anticipation.
“What if I said I’m going to fuck your tight little pussy while you beg and moan like the dirty slut you are until you realize in this moment you’re little more than a hole for me to ram my cock into?”
I drew in a sharp breath. “Please, sir.”
He reached his hand between my legs, checking my wetness. I was drenched, droplets running down the insides of my thighs.
“You like it when I get very rough with you, don’t you slut?”
“I do,” I said, moaning a bit as his fingertips toyed with my clit and teased my entrance.
“I want you to handle me roughly. Show me no mercy and take what you want from me.”
“I’m not going to take what I want. I’m going to take what’s fucking mine.”
He shoved his face in my neck, roughly biting, kissing, licking. “I want to scrape my fingers along your skin and take in every inch of your body. Your scent. Your feel. Your taste. I want every inch of you to be burned into my memory.”
He stooped to his knees, wrapped his strong arms around my legs, and licked up and down my pussy, before shoving two fingers inside me deep and hard while his lips sucked my clit. My hips ground against his face.
He stood and grabbed my ass, lifting me while my nails dug into his back and shoulders, carrying me over to the bed to lay me back.
“Spread your fucking legs open,” he said, wrapping one hand around my throat and squeezing, the other hand roughly finger fucking me. “I’m going to show you what real need is. That I’m going to make you want to feel my cock inside you more than the very air you breathe. I want you to melt into my hands and watch me show you all the things you’re capable of feeling that you never knew were possible.”
He climbed on top of me, straddling my face and forcing his cock deep into my throat, moaning as he stroked my hair and praised me. Then he positioned himself in between my legs and slammed into me, pounding my pussy as his mouth bit down on my nipples.
“Who do you belong to?” he growled into my ear.
“You. All yours.”
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True story. Dialogue is mostly on point from my memory.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bhzwgr/mf_im_going_to_take_whats_fucking_mine