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The door was barely closed when Titus got his hands on her. Who gave a shit if it did close, if someone peeked in the small opening. This was his space, and she was his girl. Her bags dropped from her hands, tissue paper and clothes tumbling out at their feet. Her back hit the bed as Titus leaned over her, his hand grabbing her chin to tilt her head towards him.
“You go out and spend my money, I expect an answer.”
“I was busy-”
“Not too busy to send me a lingerie photo in a dressing room.” Titus growled, grabbing her legs and pulling her to the edge of the bed. “It’s gonna end up on the ground either way. The least you can do is give the courtesy of responding when you are using my fucking credit card.”
Before she could respond, Titus pulled her skirt down, ignoring the ripping sound from the waist where it should’ve been unzipped first.
“Titus! That was my first time wearing that, it’s new!!”
“I’ll fucking pay for it.” He growled before ripping her underwear off, holding the flimsy lace in his hands. “I don’t know if I want you buying more underwear, it’s a waste really.” Titus tossed the torn fabric aside, only for it to flutter down next to her on the bed.
SLAP
“Legs open sweetheart.” He growled, the handprint already reddening on her thigh. “Unless I have to tie you up.”
“N-No. No, you don’t… I’ll keep my legs open,” she whispered, her thighs falling open off the edge of the bed. She swallowed hard as he stood between her knees, his hands gripping her thighs, the veins in his arm popping.
“You think sending me that picture while I’m in a meeting and disappearing all afternoon was funny?” Titus questioned, watching her carefully, his dark eyes filled with irritation more than anger.
“No…” she muttered.
“Then what was it?”
Her eyes left his, earning a sharp tap to her chin, forcing her to look back up at him.
“I wanted your attention,” she admitted, her eyes drifting down at his hands, then up to his eyes.
That seemed to affect him more than the argument and the picture had. His grip loosened slightly before tightening again, possessive instead of punishing.
“You already had it,” he whispered “You always have it.” He leaned down, pressing a hungry kiss to her lips. It was rough, teeth and flesh, Titus swallowing down every whimper that came out. When he pulled back, a whimper of frustration left her lips, but his hand at her collarbone stopped her as she tried to lean up and meet his lips again.
“But… since you are so deprived of my attention… I’ll give it to you.” Titus mumbled. His hand left her right thigh, his fingers trailing along the skin before brushing against her clit, down to her entrance.
“T-Titus-” She whispered, before a gasp cut her off, his fingers teasing at her entrance again.
“So wet. So wet, and all mine.” He grumbled, pressing a toothy kiss to her jaw, brushing his teeth along her earlobe as he whispered, “What made you so wet? Was it thinking about what I’ll do to you after that picture?”
A whimper left her lips in response, just as he pushed just the tip of his middle finger into her before pulling it back out.
“I asked you a question,” Titus growled, his other hand reaching up and gripping her chin, shifting her gaze back to him.
“You. You are the reason- you-” A moan left her lips as he pushed his middle finger into her fully.
“Good girl sweetheart. Remember that, because I made you wet, but you had to be a naughty little-” His finger began to pump in and out, slowly, emphasizing his words with each push and pull. “Naughty little girl, and fucking tease me, all for attention. You want attention?”
“Yes please…” She whimpered, rocking her hips just a bit into his finger, before-
SLAP
“Did I say you could move? You are going to lay there while I give you attention. I want to hear every” thrust “little” thrust “sound.” He pressed a kiss to her jaw, his finger drawing back, before he pushed two fingers into her pussy, curling them just barely to hear the cry that left her lips. “There’s my girl.”
“Yours… Yours… please…” She whimpered, her fingers gripping her left thigh as her other hand gripped the bedding, the torn lace of her underwear under her fist.
Titus continued with the slow thrust of his two fingers, staring down at her. He stood, his fingers going still in her, as his other hand pressed down onto her stomach, holding her hips down. His fingers slowly pulled back, before slamming back in, bottoming out at his knuckles.
A cry of delight left her lips, her hips jolting. The heel of his palm pressed down, keeping her hips down. His fingers continued the new pace, pumping into her vagina faster and harder, curling occasionally. Her moans filled the room, her thighs trembling, her hands clutching the bedsheets for dear life.
“How does that feel? Ah ah ah, no-” SLAP, his palm echoed on her thigh before holding her hips down again. “Use your words like a good girl, you’re my good girl aren’t you?”
“Y-Yes! Yes I’m… I’m your good g-girl- oh my god, Titus!” She whined, her back arching as he pressed hungry kisses to her neck and chest.
“That’s my good girl, my little fucking attention whore. You like the attention you’re getting now?” Titus growled as his teeth scraped against her shoulder, earning a whine.
“Close… Close I-I’m close-” She stuttered, before a frustrated yelp left her lips as Titus’ fingers pulled out.
“Take the rest of that shit off, but leave the heels on,” Titus ordered, his own hands pulling his t-shirt over his shoulders. She nodded, sitting up and pulling off her blouse, her hands reaching back to maneuver her bra hooks.
Titus kicked off his pants and boxers in one swift motion, before walking back to the bed.
“Turn over,” Titus mumbled. She shifted, moving to roll over. Not fast enough, because he grabbed her hips and yanked her down to the edge of the bed, another SLAP filling the room. He adjusted her hips, guiding his cockhead to her entrance. The tip brushed against her clit and entrance, earning a whimper from her. Titus gripped her hips tighter and snapped his hips forward; His thrust bottomed his bare cock inside her, his growl and her moan sang together in harmony with the slapping of skin. His cock pushed against her trembling walls, the sting of the initial stretch quickly turning into a burning pleasure.
“Mine…” Titus growled, his thrust keeping a hard and fast pace.
He rarely ever gave her time to adjust, she didn’t need it. She was made to be wrapped around his cock. Sometimes he would make her count each inch of his dick while he bottomed out, her legs tied open for him, her hands desperately tugging at whatever he had used to tie her up. But not today, not when she needed his attention. Not when she sent that photo and didn’t think there would be consequences.
Titus leaned over as he thrust into her, his hand tangling into her hair. A tug forced her head up from the bedsheets, a whine leaving her lips in response. His teeth grazed against her shoulder, before he began to bite and suck along her neck, marking her as his. Her back arched, his body weight keeping her pinned with each thrust.
“Please sir… Please can I cum?” She begged, gasps and whimpers leaving between each breath she takes.
Titus growled, tugging her hair up so her back was pressed against his chest as he stood up. His hand shifted from her hair to her collarbone, his fingers trailing up and around her neck.
“You want to cum on my cock? Do you think you deserve that? After your attention whore behavior today?” Titus questioned, his hand squeezing her neck just a bit, just to feel her pulse under his fingertips.
“Y-Yes. Yes please. I-I- I want to cum on your cock. F-Fucking-” she gasped, her hand gripping his arm.
His thrusts quickened, his other hand coming around and reaching between her legs. Once his fingers found her clit, her eyes rolled back, moans leaving her lips in a symphony.
“Fine… Cum on my cock, cum for me,” He growled, squeezing her neck as his fingers rubbed harsh circles into her clit.
Her orgasm came fast, her body trembling a little as she gripped his arms for stability. Her whines went silent, her eyes rolling back. Her knee came up to the edge of the bed to keep herself from collapsing, but it just gave better access for Titus. He shifted, thrusting up as he kept her up; His hand remained wrapped around her neck, keeping a steady pressure to tease her air supply, just enough to keep her seeing stars.
“That’s it… there’s my fucking dirty girl. You like that? Is this the attention you wanted?” He whispered in her ear, before nipping her earlobe and trailing his mouth across her shoulder. He released her neck, letting her fall down onto the mattress. His cock briefly slid out as he pulled her hips up, her face pressed into the sheets. When he thrust back in, a cry of pleasure muffled in the bed. He wrapped his fingers in her hair, resuming his punishing speed, each snap of his hips met with a string of ecstasy-laden praises, incomprehensible, but he knew what she was trying to say.
“Cum on my cock again, cum again as I fucking-” Titus grunted, tugging her hair again, his breaths heavy, groaning. “Cum again, I wanna feel you as I fucking fill your pussy.”
Within moments, she was clenched around him again. He thrust a few more times, before he stilled. His cock twitched, filling her insides with his essence. She whined as she felt his cock twitching in her, her hand reaching back for him. His hand released her hair, landing next to her to keep himself up as he gripped her hand.
“Mine…” He grumbled, leaning down and pressing kisses across the bites and hickies forming on her shoulder, and down her back. When he pulled free and stepped back, a whimper of disappointment left her lips for a moment. He grabbed her hips, rolling her over and moving her up the bed so she didn’t collapse off the edge.
“Good girl, taking my cock,” His fingers brushed against her pussy, earning a whimper before he gave her breast a squeeze. “Like your pussy was made for me…”