Sick Fux - Page 88

I drew back and met her eyes. They were ecstatic. Furied. Wide with violent bliss.

My heart fucking exploded in my chest.

My Dolly liked to play.

I gripped her shoulders, keeping her in place. “Get off me,” she cried. My mouth tightened when I saw her smile. When I felt her slap at my face, rake at the skin on my arms and chest and neck with her nails. “Don’t touch me!” Dolly was panting, her breath labored and thick.

So I gave it back.

Leaning down, I moved one of my hands to take hold of her face. “I’m gonna fuck you,” I told her. Heat rose to Dolly’s eyes as they fluttered closed. My blood rushed faster and faster as Dolly’s hips lifted off the couch, her pussy rubbing against the tip of my cock.

She worked her hips harder and harder until she was squirming under my tight hold. Until her eyes fixed on mine and she hissed through gritted teeth, “Get off!”

Smiling darkly, knowing what she really wanted, I forced her thighs apart with my knees and brought her wrists above her head. Dolly fought me the whole way, kicking and thrashing, all the time causing me to harden even more. I added more pressure until she was locked beneath me.

I ran the tip of my nose up her cheek and across to her lips. I caught her bottom lip in my teeth and nibbled. Dolly’s moans filled my ears, then she tried to buck me off.

I saw red.

Taking her wrists in one hand, I moved my free hand to her throat. Dolly’s eyes grew leaden, her lust feeding off my violent touch. I squeezed, watched her face redden and her cheeks fill with heat. Then, cock braced and ready, I slammed inside her. Dolly cried out as I filled her to the hilt.

And I didn’t stop. I didn’t give her time to adjust. Didn’t give her time to catch her breath. I unleashed my darkness on her, wrists locked and throat captured; I slammed inside her, relentless, harsh and hard, and so fucking good.

Her lips tried to work as I held her down. But her voice was unable to make a sound, my hand on her throat holding it in check. “No words,” I demanded and hovered my face just above hers. Her gaze lit with challenge as she tried to speak again. I lifted her wrists and smacked them back down off the couch. But Dolly’s lips kept working. My jaw tensed as her pussy clenched around my dick.

I growled on seeing the victory in Dolly’s eyes. She fought to get her wrists free, but I held them like a vise. “Don’t push me,” I warned and squeezed her throat as a reminder.

In response, Dolly thrust her hips against mine, drawing a groan from my throat. Sweat ran over our slick skin as I pounded into her. Her pussy clenched tighter and tighter in time with the choked sounds of her impending orgasm.

“Submit,” I ordered and increased my speed. Dolly struggled harder, one final attempt to fight me off. My balls tightened as she did, giving me the resistance I craved so fucking badly.

“Submit!” I bellowed with a final thrust. Dolly’s scream joined the music vibrating in the air. She arched into my chest, before her body went limp under my touch. Seeing her flop to the couch, wrists weak and throat vulnerable to my hand, heat swept through me and I came. I gritted my teeth together as a feeling I’d never felt before, a release so strong that I snarled and growled, took me over, incinerating me from the inside.

I thrust and thrust until Dolly’s tight pussy ceased gripping my cock. Her legs collapsed to the side, her body completely spent.

Breathless, I rested my forehead in the crook of her neck and shoulder. Her body shook and shivered under mine. Heat filled my chest when I knew who caused those jerky movements—me. My roughness. Her fight. Our perfect fucked-up-ness.

Needing to see her, I raised my head and looked down. Dolly’s eyes were closed as she took in deep breaths through her nose. Her hair was slicked to her face, her cheeks flushed red. The cut on her neck was red from my thimble’s stroke. Blood stained her flesh, and my fresh bite mark branded her skin.

I groaned, liking that most of all. It announced to everyone that Dolly belonged to me. She was branded with my mark.

Dolly’s tits rose and fell as she came down from her high. My cock twitched at the sight of one of my hands holding her wrists above her head. My balls ached at the sight of my hand over her throat.

As if feeling my stare, Dolly opened her eyes, long false lashes now the only bit of makeup that remained on her face. She blinked, clearing the fog from her sight. I held my breath, waiting for her to say something. To react.

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