Griffin (Ruthless MC 3)

“That’s not fair,” I whine. “That’s only four reasons. It should be four swats, not five.”

“I add on the fifth one because I knew you’d tried to whine about it,” he says with a devious laugh.

If he was a cartoon villain, he’d probably be rubbing his hands together right about now. But no…he uses that cruel palm to deliver another spank. This one is so hard. It collapses my knees, and I writhe on the bed, the friction of the soft covers below and the red-hot pain above scrambling my brain.

At least, I think that’s why I’m writhing. He massages my butt cheeks, and I moan brokenly when an unexpected bolt of pleasure rocks through me at his touch on my tender skin.

“You’re getting there, bad girl.” His voice is a mechanic in the dark, figuring out exactly how to fix me.

Then he smacks my butt again.

You’d think he’d go lighter, given that he’s already rendered me prone. But this fire palm is the worst of all. He claps it down so hard my hips jerk in the bed. And when they come down again, he shoves two rough fingers into me.

I gasp at the sudden invasion, but it doesn’t hurt.

He tells me why without me having to ask. “You liked that spanking. I thought I’d have to get you ready, but this cunt is soaking wet. Feel the way you’re clenching around my hand, bad girl? Is your pussy going to hug my dick like that when I’m fucking you for real?”

His crude words make my mind reel. I don’t answer. I can’t answer. A fever washes over me, and my body pushes back onto his fingers with a mind of its own.

“Yeah, just like that, bad girl,” Griff says approvingly as his fingers meet my helpless thrusts. “I’m so fucking excited to take you. I almost wish I didn’t have to finish this spanking.”

That’s the only warning I get before he pulls his hand out of my sex and smacks me a final time, his fingers now wet with my own juices.

The pain…it shrinks me down to one single question: What is wrong with me? Right before I implode with an orgasm I didn’t see coming.

I claw at the covers and try to flail my legs. But they’re still caught in the pajama bottoms he pulled down to mid-thigh earlier. I gasp for air, trying to keep my head above the surface of sanity. I’m lost…lost at sea.

When his heavy weight drops down on top of me, it feels like he’s both subduing and securing me at the same time. But really, it’s another invasion.

“I told you how this would end,” he says, right before shoving his thick erection into my tight space, making it burn. Making it hurt.

Then he begins moving on top of me. Slow, thick strokes that rock my body and keep me pinned at the same time. They also make the hurt better. I keen, welcoming the invasion like a land without water suddenly drenched in rain.

“Why is your cunt so tight?” His voice is coarse sandpaper, scraping my ear. “Even better than I imagined last night when I was beating myself off because I was sick with wanting you.”

The thought of him doing that sends a frenzy of wild emotions through me. I arch my pinned back as much as I can to take him even deeper. Something’s coming for me. Something big. I’m no longer Bernice. I’m no longer Red. I’m just a woman on the verge of falling apart.

“Look at you….You trying to come again, Red?” he asks with a dark chuckle as his hips slap hard into mine.

Yes, yes, I am. It doesn’t matter that I just came a few moments ago. I’m ticking again. Set to detonate.

He presses his mouth to my ear. "You fought me so hard at the roadhouse, but this is where you wanted to be all along, wasn’t it, bad girl? Getting fucked. Getting conquered. By me.”

With those vicious words, he wraps a hand around my throat and squeezes.

The shudder that goes through me…it’s an electromagnetic pulse wave before tick…tick…BOOM.

I scream for mercy, even though I know no pain. It’s 100-proof pleasure ripping me apart.

I'm dying. I'm dying as the second orgasm consumes me. And I don't know that I'll survive this blast.

Yes, I’m a bad girl. A very bad girl. And Griff didn’t have to worry about getting me a present. This is exactly what I didn’t know I wanted. Exactly what I needed.

Merry Christmas to me.

CHAPTER 16

GRIFF

My bad girl comes so hard. And that makes me explode too.

I release so violently it feels like maybe my spine is breaking as I shoot into the condom. But I don't care. I just keep fucking her. I meant what I said. She kept me waiting too long.