You knew you deserved this. You'd paid the price. The break up was his doing, but you'd stayed away. Deliberately avoiding him. Flirting, kissing other me in his presence for the last few months.
Yes, you'd earned the position you were in.
Writhing beneath him while he whispered the filthiest things to you. Your body was covered in sweat. Your cunt was throbbing, aching for him to do something. Anything to relieve the tension that was steadily growing.
"You know I could drag this out," he moaned, his hand gripping your throat. And not just any hand. He knew, god dammit. That fucking Vibranium appendage was a weakness. He'd told you once that he wanted to associate it with something good.
And he loved to fuck you with it. Or squeeze your tits. Wrap it around your throat until you saw stars. Yeah, he certainly had associated it with a new feeling.
"I could have you beggin', couldn't I, little one?," he said, his voice was barely audible. "Make you ache even more. Make you beg me for hours to cum. Draw it out, letting my tongue trace every inch...," he hissed, his lips pressed against your thigh.
"Look at this," he sighed, pushing your legs apart, "prettiest pussy. So wet it's runnin' down your thighs," he said as he ran his tongue over the slick that had escaped. "You know there was no one else. Every time I fucked my hand, it was you."
"Your hand. Your mouth. Your wet cunt."
You visibly shivered, more desperate for him than you'd ever been. You cried out when his hot breath fanned over your folds, tears rolling down your cheeks, small whimpers falling from your lips. He loved this.
"Listen to you," he breathed, his breath still against you, his tongue darting out to taste you and you gripped the sheets. "Fuck, James!," you cried, back arching, needing so badly to get closer. He pulled back, making you whine.
"Oh no, baby girl," he tsked, sitting up on his knees, his hands caressing your curves. "Six months. I watched you. Doing everything to show me what I had lost. Yes, I walked away, but you stayed away." There was something broken there. His voice had a hint of sadness.
"I wanted to protect you, but you wanted to make me jealous," he sighed, sitting back. "Congratulations, Sugar. It worked."
That broken tone was replaced by something darker. His voice was audibly lower. His eyes nearly black. He licked his hips and took a steadying breath. "So, I'll tease you because I can. Beautiful, because you're mine."
The last word was barely heard.
"Mine."
He repeated it as he lifted your legs over his shoulder. He ran his hard length over your wet folds and growled. Primal. Feral and your cunt clenched. You needed it, and now. "I wanna tease you all night, but I need my cock buried inside that pussy."
Without warning, he pushed into you making you scream out. He loved when you got loud, a much needed ego boost, that he could make such a beautiful woman feel that much pleasure.
"Mine!," he cried out, his hands sure to leave bruises as he pounded harder, impossibly deep. His cock brushing over your g-spot, your vision going completely white. You couldn't think, only feel the intense pleasure he was giving you.
"Cum, little girl," he growled, his hips snapping even faster. You looked up, his brow was furrowed. His teeth bit into his bottom lip. Sweat was rolling down his face. The bun that kept his hair tied back had fallen loose and hung over his eyes.
"God. Cum," he swore as his cock throbbed inside you. He looked like pure sin, absolute filth and you whimpered, hands reaching out to grab his face, capturing his swollen lips with your in a heated kiss. All teeth and tongues as he fucked you into the mattress.
"Can't stay away from you," he panted, licking at the column of your neck. His hot breath only pushing you closer. "You're mine. Fuckin' mine," the Brooklyn accent slipping through, his voice barely above a whisper. "Shake baby. Fuckin' get quaking."
You closed your eyes tight and screamed out as you came, legs shaking, heart pounding. He worked you through it before pulling out and flipped you over. Pulling at your hips, you moved to your hands and knees.
"Pretty," he praised, pressing his thumb over your clit and back to your ass, chuckling when you moaned, pushing back. "Don't worry," he said darkly, teasing the tight hole. "I'll fuck that later."
You whined again as he pressed his cock there, teasing you just enough before lining himself up with your aching core again. "So good," he moaned, feeling your walls tighten around him.
"So needy. Greedy little girl. Always so desperate for my cock, aren't you? Bet he couldn't fuck you like I can, could he? No," he chuckled, "no one knows your pussy like I do. How deep you like it. How you love that little tight ass fucked so good."
He sighed contentedly, slowing his pace just a bit, dragging his hips, bucking hard once he bottomed out inside you. "No. I don't think he knew what a filthy little cockslut you are. How you beg for it. How you love sucking my dick."
"Cum baby and I'll let you have it," he teased, dragging his hips again, "wherever you want it. Mouth, tits. Cum so deep inside this cunt you'll feel me for a week. Where you want it, sweetheart? Use those filthy words."
You took a shuddering breath and dropped your head. The pleasure was too intense, you could barely form coherent thoughts, let alone words. "Tell me," he repeated, smacking your ass with the metal hand, making you cry out.
"In-inside me," you managed, your legs shaking. He doubled his grip and rolled his hips, burying himself deep. "Cum on my cock and I'll fill you up. Fill you up so full and everyone will know who you fuckin' belong to." Your breath hitched and you felt it, felt it coming.
"God damn," he growled, his hand snaking around to grip your throat and pulled you back, flush against him. "God, cum. Shit, shit, shit!," he screamed as your walls contracted, gripping him tightly, setting off your releases simultaneously.
You fell back together, his arms locked tightly around you, his heart hammering away in his chest. Silence hung over the room as his lips softly kissed over your shoulders and neck.
"All mine."
