Control

Control (A short Mac Story -18-)

He threw her on the bed, stripping his boxers off. He looked at her, shrugging. "Took my sperm donor father's last name. That's all I can say about that." He spread her legs, sliding two fingers up and down her slit.
"Mac, please!" she said. "You started before. I don't want to wait anymore!"
He looked at her, a sly smile on his face. "What do you want?"
She sat up, putting an arm around his neck, her lips to his ear, a hand wrapped around his cock, jerking him slowly. "You said you wanted to fuck me." she tugged on his ear with her teeth. "I want your cock inside me." she circled the head of his penis, his pre-cum on her fingers. 
He slid his fingers inside her. She moaned into his ear, feeling him lift her ass a little. "Ride my fingers, Kayla," he said.
She did as he asked, still holding onto his cock. "Mac," she said softly. "I'd rather ride your cock," she licked his neck, kissing his lips, "I think my pussy is wet enough for you," she heard him groan in agreement. "I want to feel you cum inside me." her voice got lower. "I want to cum all over your dick, Mac."
"You and that fucking mouth," he growled. "I told you it would get you in trouble."
"How much trouble?" she asked. "Are you trying to threaten the Sheriff, Mac?"
He didn't realize how strong she was until she sat herself up fully, her arm around him, flipping him down on the bed.
He laughed as she straddled him. "Guess I'm the one in trouble." he said, as she slid herself onto him. "I think I'm going to like being detained by you." his hands were on her hips, watching her move above him. He moved himself up, his lips catching a nipple, sucking slowly.
She gasped, increasing her speed. "You'll only be dealing with me," she whispered.
"Hmm," he murmured, his lips brushing her nipple as he spoke. "I can't wait to see what punishments you have in mind for me." He looked up, his eyes gleaming. "Make sure you keep an extra pair of cuffs here," his back arched, thrusting up inside of her.
Kayla wasn't expected that. She cried out, feeling herself flip, Mac landing on top of her.
"Gonna have to teach you how to keep you in control of me." he laughed.
She ran a hand through his hair, shaking her head. "I don't want to control you." she said, kissing him. "There is no controlling you." she touched his face. "I just want to make sure you're safe. Taken care of." she looked into his eyes. "I just want to love you." she whispered, smiling at him. "And I want you to keep fucking me." she said, her voice sultry in his ear.
"That goddamn fucking mouth!" he roared, plunging deeper, thrusting harder. He felt her muscles clench.
"Cum with me, Mac," her tone pleading. "Please cum with me?"
She let out a loud cry as he put his hand close to her throat, feeling her pulse through her neck. He put his lips where his hand was, kissing her. "I fucking love you," he said, feeling himself emptying inside her, her legs locked on his hips, as she came with him. "You love me all you want, baby. I'm not going anywhere." he moved her hair from her face, kissing her forehead. "And neither are you."

Mac watched Kayla sleep, her head  on his chest, while he ran his hand through her hair.
She had started to cry in her sleep before. He had reached over, bringing her closer to him, wanting to break into her dreams, tell her that Declan wasn't worth her tears. He had froze when she had started to mumble his name. "Mac! No! Mac!"
"Shh, baby. I'm here." he had whispered, trying to infiltrate her dreams.
She had answered him in her sleep. "I was scared, Mac! I thought you left me."
He stayed silent, putting her head on his chest, kissing her head.
"Never, baby. I'm here. Always here."
he whispered, feeling her settle against him.
"I thought you were dead." she sighed, still in a semi-sleep state, tears stained her cheeks. "I love you, Mac Rodriguez."
His thumb gently wiped the tears away, knowing she was finally asleep. He held her, not exactly knowing what he had done to deserve her. But fuck. He knew he was done. Done with chasing the willing pussy he damn well knew he could get. He didn't want -or need- anyone but her.
She had broken through -what he thought was- his tough exterior.
He laughed to himself. Jesus Christ. She had him pussy-whipped.
Fuck.
He looked down at her.
Yeah. He smirked. She was fucking worth it. He knew what he had to eventually do.