Forced Submission Under a Jealous Gaze

I grabbed her by the throat, not hard, but firm, pinning her against the wall. I pressed myself against her, letting her feel the full length of me, hard and ready again. “You think you can just cheat and beg your way out?” I growled. I teased her, sliding against her sensitive skin, her breath hitching as I positioned myself. Then, with one slow, deliberate thrust, I claimed her in a way I never had before, sinking deep into her untouched depths. Her eyes rolled back, her body trembling as I filled her, each movement deliberate, stretching her, owning her. She gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders, her body arching to meet every thrust, her moans growing louder, more desperate.

“You like screwing around behind my back, huh?” I said, my voice rough as I kept my rhythm, deep and punishing. “Think you can play me?”

“I didn’t know you were this kind of man,” she whimpered, her voice breaking as her body shuddered under me. “I’m sorry – please!”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it,” I said, driving harder, her cries filling the room, a mix of guilt and ecstasy. The power surged through me, my anger fueling each thrust, her body yielding completely as I took her to the edge. When I finally released, filling her with a flood of heat, she collapsed against the wall, gasping, her eyes glassy with pleasure.

I made her clean me with her mouth, slow and thorough, her lips trembling as she obeyed. Then I zipped up, grabbed my bag, and headed for the door.

As I hit the street, I saw Mako at the corner, surrounded by a couple of neighbors, his usual swagger back but his eyes darting nervously. He flashed a grin, touching one guy’s arm, and they all headed into a nearby house.

Looked like the night was just getting started for them.

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