Seeing her in that pathetic excuse for a dress filled me with both hunger and a fierce need to stab Julian through the eye. Fucker. One day he’d learn Ella wasn’t his girl anymore. She was mine and I was seconds away from proving it. I spread her thighs and rubbed her pussy against me. The thin material of her panties didn’t hide how wet she was. Ella moaned and rocked her hips. The little sounds she made went straight to my cock. I wanted her naked and panting. I wanted her tied to the bed and flushed with desire. I wanted to fuck her until she was too sated to move—to leave me. I traced the slight indent of my bite Ella would forever wear on her throat. She trembled and arched, begging for more. My words were a rough whisper, the first hint I was losing control. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll still feel me inside you hours later.” I pulled her off the dresser and carried her to the bed, throwing her onto the mattress. Her tits bounced and I licked my lips, deciding where to start first.
