Painkiller

The room was dark, and the setting sun cast this dusky glow in the room.

Rebel ran a hand over his mouth and looked at her spread pussy lips. Her clit was hard and engorged, and the crack of her ass and roundness of her cheeks called out to him.

Fuck, I want my cock between those luscious cheeks.

For a moment all he did was stare at her, at the pussy that was his and no one else’s. For some reason she loved him back, and he knew he was a lucky bastard. “I love you,” he said, and the smile she gave him could have lit up the room.

“And I love you.”

Slowly he slid his eyes from her pussy to her face, and held her gaze with his own. There would be no other for him, and Rebel knew it was the same for her.

They were meant to be together … the good girl with the bad boy.

Chapter Thirteen

A high settled into Rosie at the fact she was here, with Rebel, and they were doing this again.

God, she wanted more. So much more. All of it.

She was on her back, her entire body on display, her legs spread and Rebel looking at her like he wanted to eat her alive. All she could think about was pushing him further, to see how much he could handle before he snapped.

Why she was playing with fire she didn’t know, but it was tempting.

Taking in every inch of his hard, muscular body had lust slamming so hard into Rosie if she hadn’t been lying on the bed she would have fallen right over.

Every hard ridge, dip, and bulge of his form was shown in startling clarity, and she bit her lip to hold off her moan. He was just so very big, so tall, and perfect in all the ways that counted.

Rosie stared at his tattoos, traced them with her gaze, and wanted to just beg him to be with her already. Even coming earlier didn’t tame her lust.

“You want dirty?” he asked, and she nodded.

Yeah, she did. She wanted all of Rebel’s bad boy charm.

“I want you on your hands and knees.” He took a step closer to her. “Let me see that ass.” He grabbed himself and started stroking his huge dick back and forth as he clearly waited for her to comply.

Rosie didn’t think watching a guy masturbate could have been as hot as it was, but damn was it a turn-on.

She was so wet, embarrassingly so, and the feel of her cream sliding down to the crack of her ass had her shifting on the bed, needing him to be inside of her already.

He stood before her just as naked as she was, his cock hard and pointing right at her.

He gestured for her to rise. “Get on your knees and turn around, Rosie.” Rebel took another step toward her, his voice dropping an octave.

Once she was on her hands and knees, she looked over her shoulder at him.

He walked the rest of the way toward her, his cock still in his hand, his gaze on her ass.

“God damn, you have a fucking incredible ass.” He palmed one of her ass cheeks, squeezing the mound hard enough a sound left her, but also had pleasure filling her.

When he was on the bed and positioned behind her, the heat that came from his body could have scorched her skin clean off. He felt good, so good she didn’t hold in the moan that left her.

“That’s right, Rosie. Let me hear your pleasure.”

And then he brought his open palm down on her ass with enough force that the sting had a yelp leaving her, and she tightened the sheets in her hands. “God, Rebel,” she squeaked out, the pain and pleasure, burn and intensity claiming every inch of her.

“You like that?”

All she could do was nod.

He spanked her again and again, causing her ass to jiggle with each slap.

“I love seeing this ass shake. I love that it’s all mine.” And when he spread the cheeks and cool air moved between them, she stilled. “Don’t worry, baby, not tonight.” He smoothed his hands over the mounds. “But one of these days I’m going to shove my dick deep into your ass, stretch you nice and good and have you coming for me.”

He rubbed her ass cheeks, soothing the pain he’d caused. When he pressed his hips forward so she felt the hard length of his dick settle between her legs, all Rosie could do was close her eyes and moan. Rebel was just so big, and his cock felt so hot.

Her heart beat hard and fast, and her pussy was so wet that cream kept slipping out of her, preparing itself for his penetration.

He moved his hand between their bodies, and his knuckles brushed along her sensitive, soaked flesh. A gasp of pleasure and surprise left her. She was so sensitive that the small touch ignited her even further, making her feel like she’d burn alive.