Rebeka – 21. chapter

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He dropped to his knees between her legs, making her spread them even wider, quickly rolled on a condom, and drove into her full force, rough enough to make her cry out. He started fucking her brutally at once, her loud moans slipping at times into whimpering. He was aware that the wooden edge of the bed had to be digging into her thighs, but he didn’t care. He released her hands and grabbed her hair again, pulling her head back and thrusting without stopping. He had no doubt this was exactly what she wanted, because her body quickly began betraying the approaching orgasm. He held her hair tightly and slammed his dick into her fast and as hard as possible. Her entire body tensed, and she would have arched if he hadn’t been holding her so firmly. He felt her clench around him in a huge spasm as she cried out loudly.

He slowly let go of her hair and pulled out. She didn’t move, just lay there, gasping for air. He gave her only a moment. Without easing his roughness, he grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her up. The gratitude in her eyes when she looked at him caught him off guard and encouraged him at the same time.

“On your back and spread your legs. Wide!” he barked.

That startled her again, but she obeyed. He lay down between her thighs immediately, dug his fingers into one of her thighs, lifted it slightly, and pushed back into her. She whimpered a little, but almost at once she began adjusting to his thrusts. He softened them only a little, but it was clearly still more than enough for her. He pulled her face closer and whispered harshly,

“I’m sure a horny slut like you hasn’t had enough yet.”

For a moment, he wondered if he’d gone too far with the insult, but the answer came right away.

“As you say,” she breathed submissively.

He breathed out in relief to himself and continued. He grabbed both her wrists and pinned them firmly to the bed. Fucking a second orgasm out of her was even faster this time, and then he finally allowed himself his own.

He lay down beside Rebeka and gently pulled her against him. Exhausted, she didn’t resist. She settled against his chest and rested.

“Satisfied?” he whispered into her hair.

She smirked.

“Can’t you tell? Yes. Very.”

He began stroking her back soothingly.

“Rebeka. I think you should be a little more honest about some things. First with yourself, if not with me.”

She went rigid.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she snapped and tried to pull away. He held her in place.

“I’m talking about the fact that it turns you on when I act like an asshole to you in bed.”

She tore herself free and stood up.

“No comment,” she growled.

“Rebeka. There’s nothing wrong with the fact that this feels good to you. I don’t respect you any less just because you like a firm hand over you during sex. I enjoy it with you,” he tried to sound soothing, but it didn’t help.

“Stop,” she snapped.

“You’re no less of an independent woman because of it. You’re not giving me power over you. Stop being ashamed of yourself and enjoy it. It only takes a little trust. I know that’s not exactly your strong suit, but maybe it’s time to start…”

He wanted to go on, but Rebeka left the room angrily. Irritated, he got up and followed her. He found her smoking on the terrace. Carefully, he turned her toward him.

“I won’t keep pushing you. If you don’t want to talk about it, fine. But that doesn’t change the fact that we both know.”

“Enjoy the rest of the weekend however you like,” she said, not even trying to hide her anger. “That’s what I’m here for, after all.”