His palm rubbed over her ass and then his other hand joined, caressing and then spreading her with both hands until her pussy was spread wide.
He positioned himself at her opening but paused, holding the tip barely inside.
"I'm not going to be easy," he warned. "Want you too much, baby. I'm having some pretty dark, caveman thoughts at the moment. This is going to be fucking. Crude, down-and-dirty hard fucking. When I'm done, then and only then, am I going to take care of you. But you don't come until then. This is for me. After is for you."
Before she could even process his statement, he drove deep, thrusting inside in one forceful lunge that took her breath away. Her entire pussy quivered and tingled. Arousal hummed through her veins. Need, craving, stronger than any need for a fix she'd ever experienced. How was she supposed to get through this without orgasming? She was ready to come now. Not whenever he finished slaking his own desires and tended to her afterward.
