199) What He Wanted

Marcus’s muscular, dark skinned arms held Hannah in a grip of steel. Each flex of his biceps reminding her of his control. She knew with certainty that he wasn’t going to stop until he was completely satisfied, however long that took. His cock, hard, and demanding, thrust into her again and again. She could feel the heat radiating off his skin, the scent of his musk mixing with cologne. Her body yielded with every thrust, her breath hitching as he claimed her. Lips spreading and stretching, welcoming the invader with warmth and wetness.

He adjusted his grip without slowing, fingers tightening enough to steal her breath. He still hadn’t spoken, not since he’d pulled her into the backroom with him. Her skin tingled, amplifying the sensations that coursed through her. Part of her registered how far this had already gone, how she’d have to explain herself, if she even could. Another part let it happen anyway. She hated the thought of being reduced to just the latest notch in a long line of white girl conquests for him. And still didn’t stop it.

He didn’t need to hold her so tight, didn’t need to force her, not now. Thought slipped away, as rhythm and pleasure conquered her mind and body. Little, whimpering sounds coming from her mouth as he pistoned in and out of her. The pale skin of her ass rippled with the force of each thrust as he satiated his hunger. All that existed was lust and need. A primal part of her, long denied, reveled in the sheer, undeniable force of being taken.