Page 41 of Waylon (Ruthless MC 2)
You’d think this position would be awkward. It should be awkward.
But he told me earlier…he’s not a should’ve guy. And the way he sucks on my fingers while he guides me up and down his cock…..
Nothing’s touching my clit, but before I know it, I’m close again.
And that’s when he stops again, releasing my fingers from his mouth and pulling me up and off his cock, even though I’m doing everything right—everything he told me.
I whimper with frustration. “Why won’t you…?” I start to ask.
“I’m not done punishing you,” he answers—right before he pushes me face down on the bed and blankets me with his heavy body.
“You said you belonged to me before, but then you sent me away.” His voice is back in my ear, growling and mean. “You gave yourself to somebody else. Tell me about it. Did you just lay there while he fucked you? Close your eyes and think about me?”
I still beneath him. How did he know?
“I tried to fuck other girls too when I came back here,” he answers as if I asked the question out loud. “Tried to forget you like you tried to forget me. Tried not to be crazy for once because you acted like you didn’t want me. But I knew it was wrong. I knew I had no business up in another girl, even while I was fucking them. And that’s why you just laid there, still as you could. Because you knew who you truly belonged to the entire time you were with him.”
I could try to deny every crazy, possessive thing he’s saying. I could…but he’s right.
I recall the guilt and bad feelings when I slept with Jonathan, even though I achieved my goal of controlling my hit reflex when he took me to bed. There was also the strange gratitude that he was way too busy most nights for sex more than once or twice every other week. And the relief I felt whenever the deed was done. Not because I was satisfied, but because it was over.
It had been the opposite of everything I felt during those few days with Waylon when we couldn’t get enough of each other.
“This isn’t just a punishment, angel,” Waylon informs me from above, speaking into my epiphanies. “This is a reclaiming. The condom’s coming off, and I’m going to take your ass. It was okay to fight me on the other stuff, but not on this. I’m going to take your ass raw, and you’re going to give it to me simply because it’s something you never gave to him.”
With that declaration, he lets up and replaces the weight of his body with a hand at my back. I hear a squirt, and cool wetness pools between my butt cheeks. Lube…
“Relax, angel,” he advises, his voice soft but firm as he uses the hand that isn’t holding me down to circle the lube around my puckered hole…before pushing one finger into the space he readied.
I inhale, sharp and surprised at the odd sensation, and he laughs low like that was the exact response he wanted.
“Get used to this feeling while I explain what’s about to happen,” he commands as I squirm under his invasion. “The real thing will hurt, but just a little bit. And it’ll be a good kind of hurt because it will remind you what you did and who you really belong to. Then, while I’m fucking you, you’re going to apologize for letting another man touch you after you said you belonged to me.
With that said, he withdraws his finger. The next thing I feel is the head of his cock at my puckered hole. Then pressure. Unbelievable pressure…
“Butterfly your legs,” he advises. “Make this lesson easy on yourself.”
I can’t believe this is happening, and I taste the word that would stop it in my mouth. Delaware.
But in the end, I’m more curious than afraid. I don’t say it. Instead, I do as he says. I bend and spread my legs, pressing my knees into the cool sheets.
And he feeds his hard cock into my never-used hole inch by inch.
He’s right. It does hurt. But I stretch and accommodate, and he shouts out like a conquering invader when he’s all the way in.
“You. Belong. To. Me,” he growls as he begins moving on top of me.
He captures my wrists and once again pins them over my head as he rocks into me from behind. It’s a total possession. I can’t move. I can’t fight. I can only lie there prone and pinned while he takes me like an animal, rubbing my clit into the covers with every rock of his hips, creating electric sparks.
Hot tears spring to my eyes. Not because it hurts. Because it feels so good. It feels incredible to be claimed like this. To be taken in total possession. To finally get what I truly want. Everything I’ve been holding onto for so long loosens inside of me, and the world doesn’t fall apart.
