If she wanted “nothing,” I’d give it to her so hard she’d feel it every time she tried to pretend I didn’t matter.
My jaw locked, my eyes narrowed, and I pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into her with enough force to rock the bed. Again. And again. Each thrust was harder than the last, not just fucking her but driving my anger into her, making sure she felt every ounce of what she was trying to throw away.
“Ryan-ah-stop-” she cried, her voice cracking under the strain, but her hands clung to me like she couldn’t let go even if she wanted to. “Ryan… Ryan… please-“
“Please what?” I demanded, my voice rough, my thrusts still pounding into her. “Please fuck you harder? Is that it?”
“Please… don’t stop,” she gasped, breaking on the words.
I didn’t. I gave her exactly what she asked for, merciless, my fingers sliding down to join my cock, fucking her with both until she was crying, her face wet, her voice trembling as she begged me to stop even though her body kept taking me, kept breaking for me.
“Stop… Ryan… ch-please…”
“This is what you wanted,” I growled, my pace vicious, watching her fall apart beneath me. “You said fucking. This is fucking.”
“Ryan-ah-” she screamed, her whole body shuddering, and I felt her about to break again, but I yanked out at the last second, leaving her empty, clenching around nothing
Her wide, desperate eyes shot to mine. “What’s wrong?” she panted, her gaze flicking to my cock still hard and heavy between us. I didn’t answer, just grabbed her, lifting her from the bed and carrying her to the full-length mirror.
Her legs instinctively tried to wrap around me, but I set her down, turning her to face her reflection.
“If you want me to fuck you and not make love to you,” I said low, my voice sharp with all the anger I hadn’t let out yet, my eyes locked with hers in the glass, “then I’ll do it properly.
I pressed my hand between her shoulder blades, bending her forward until her palms braced against the dressing table, her reflection flushed, breathing hard, eyes wide.
“Hold the table,” I ordered, my hand gripping her hip hard enough to make her gasp. “And stick that ass out for me”
RYAN’S POV
I adjusted her exactly how I wanted her, keeping her right in front of the mirror with her back to me, my hands making sure she stayed there because I wanted her to see every second of this, I wanted her to watch herself while I took her the way she’d asked for, the way she thought wouldn’t mean anything. My chest was tight with the mix of anger and need running through me, and I stepped in close, my body pressing to hers as I slid inside her from behind in one deep, hard thrust that made her gasp and grab for the dressing table, her reflection wide-eyed, her mouth already open like she didn’t know whether to moan or beg
“Watch yourself,” I said, my voice rough against her ear, one hand gripping her hip hard as I started moving, thrusting into her without mercy. “Watch yourself as I make you cum. Watch yourself as I fuck you senseless.”
Every movement was hard, brutal, deliberate, and I could feel the tension in her body give way to pure need as she started crying out, her voice breaking with every push deeper. She was shalding, screaming my name, her knuckles white against the table edge as I pulled her hair back with one hand, forcing her to look at her flushed, wrecked face in the mirror while my other hand came up to her chest, pinching her nipples between my fingers until she gasped out a sob that made me drive into her harder. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her body jerking against me, her reflection showing just how filthy and undone she looked, and I couldn’t get enough of it.
She came hard, not just once, not twice, not even three times-her body kept breaking opart under me again and again, each orgasm making her knees weaker, but I didn’t slow down. I couldn’t. I wasn’t done with her. I wasn’t anywhere near done.
“Ryan stop…”
-ah-I’m tired-please-” she begged between ragged breaths, her voice trembling. “Please… stop… just
I yanked her head back by her hair, my eyes locked on hers in the mirror, my pace not faltering for even a second. ” No,” I said through clenched teeth. “This is what you wanted, Anna. You wanted to be fucked. So you’re going to take every second of it like a good fucking girl and accept it.”
Her cry tore through the room as I tugged harder, my cock sliding into her soaked, swollen cunt that was dripping with every release she’d already given me, but still I hadn’t come, still I kept driving into her, chasing that point I refused to reach until I’d wrung every last bit of fight out of her.
Her legs trembled harder and I finally pulled out, her breath coming in broken pants like she thought it was over, but I wasn’t done. I grabbed her arm and told her to get on the floor, and while she hesitated, I dragged her downL with me, lying beside her and pulling one of her legs over mine so I could slide back inside her in a deep spooning thrust that mode her scream loud enough to echo.
“Fuck… you’re perfect,” I growled against her neck, my hand gripping her thigh to keep her open for me. Fucking beautiful… fucking perfect for me. You’re mine, Anna. Mine. Your body belongs only to me, and mine to you. No one else gets this. No one else gets you.”
Every word came out rough, desperate, possessive, my thrusts getting deeper and deeper, my hips hitting hers with a pace that was making her cry out on every stroke, but I still wasn’t stopping. She was crying now, her voice shaking, telling me she couldn’t anymore, but I just kept going, my body still rock hard, my release nowhere in sight because I wasn’t ready to let it end.
My phone started ringing somewhere in the background, but it was just noise, meaningless against the sounds she was making. I couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop, not while I could feel her breaking apart in my arms, not while every thrust felt like I was driving myself deeper into her than I’d ever gone before. The phone stopped, then started again, and somewhere in the mix I heard hers too, but even together they couldn’t drown out the way she was screaming my name, begging, moaning, sobbing, her body trembling so hard against mine that I had to hold her tighter just to keep her in place.
And then….
A knock Hard. Too close. Not from the front door, but from her bedroom door.
Every muscle in my body locked at once, my chest pressing into her damp back as we both went completely still, the air in the room changing as if in an instant. My cock was still buried deep inside her, her walls fluttering around me from the last thrust I’d given her, and suddenly all I could hear was the sound of our ragged breathing.
“Anna?” Mom’s voice came through the wood, muffled but unmistakable.
Anna’s head snapped up, her eyes finding mine in the mirror, wide, startled, panicked. I could feel her body trembling under my hands, her pulse racing against my fingertips on her hip.
Then came the second knock, harder, more insistent.
“Anna, are you in there?!” Dod’s voice, louder, firmer.
My blood turned ice cold. My heart pounded so violently it felt like it was going to break through my ribs. My first thought was to pull out, to get dressed, to hide-anything-but the seconds moved too fast, too mercilessly.
Before I could even pull out, the handle turned. The latch clicked.
The door opened
And there they were.
Both of them. Mom’s eyes went wide instantly, her hand flying to her mouth, Dad’s face frozen in shock as his gaze took in the scene.
Gosps filled the room, loud and sharp, the sound hanging in the air heavier than anything I’d ever felt before.
RYAN’S POV
“Fuck!” I cursed under my breath, my hand flying to grab the blanket and drag it over us, covering Anna’s bare body and mine. My heart was still racing, my breathing rough, and I still hadn’t pulled out. I couldn’t. My body refused to let go, even though my brain was screaming that we’d just been caught in the worst way possible. Anna’s eyes were wide, her face pale, and she was trembling as if she’d just seen a ghost.
Mom stood frozen in the doorway, clutching her chest as if she couldn’t breathe, and for a second I thought she was actually going to collapse. Dad’s arm shot out to steady her, his own face a tight mix of shock and fury.
“We will be in the living room,” Dad said, his voice sharp but controlled. “Waiting for you both… to come explain yourselves.”
They both gave one last look, one I knew I’d never forget, and then they walked out, closing the door behind them.
The silence that followed felt as if it was pressing down on us. Anna’s whole body was shaking, her breaths uneven. and I could feel the way she was trying to move away from me.
“Pull out,” she whispered, her voice trembling so much it barely sounded like her.
I tightened my hold on her. “No… I’m not done.”
Her head snapped to me, her eyes filled with disbelief and panic. “Ryon! Dad and Mom are here! They just caught us and you still want to continue?!”
“Shhh, baby,” I murmured, leaning closer, my lips brushing her ear. “You’re too sweet… I can’t stop. I’m still so fucking hard, it hurts.”
“Ryan!” she said again, more desperate now, but it only made me groan because the way her voice shook was making my chest feel tight and my body ache for her even more.
“Baby… fuck…” I breathed out, my hips moving almost instinctively.
I knew what she was thinking, how bad this looked, how angry our parents would be, but in my mind, the damage was already done. They’d seen us. They knew. Nothing was going to erase that. So why stop when I was already buried deep inside her, when every muscle in my body was screaming not to let go?
“They already know,” I said, my voice low and firm, “so I might as well finish before we go face them. I’ll take all the blame. I’ll explain everything to them. Just let me finish, huh, baby?”
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