Page 25 of Step-Crush (Wanting What's Wrong)

He sinks two fingers deep as I gasp and pant, my arm looping around the back of his head, somehow accepting what he’s giving as turn my head, my hot cheek resting on the hard muscle of his shoulder.

“Tell me you love me,” he hisses against my ear as he pumps his fingers slowly in and out. “Your body has already told me, but I need to hear it from your lips. Let it go, Little Lamb. I already know the truth, I just need you to say it.”

“I won’t,” I manage as he turns my head, his lips meeting mine.

“Kiss me then. Soon enough, you’ll give me everything I want. If you won’t tell me you love me, and your pussy is too sore to fuck, then we’ll do something else. Because I’m far from done with you, baby. Now, give Daddy a kiss before he fucks your ass.”

I gasp. “No, please, not that.”

“What do you mean? You fucking came like a little slut when I pushed the gun into that dirty back hole of yours. I’m sure my cock will be more fun thanthat.”

“Please…it’s too much. I can’t. No more.”

“Awww, baby. Okay, just give Daddy a nice kiss.”

I lick my lips, cock my head sideways, and see him raise his eyebrows.

A kiss instead of forced anal? Seems like a good deal.

So I lean in, swallowing down my pride as I push my lips to his, his tongue sliding into my mouth, and for a moment, I rest. I calm.

Until…

“Good girl. You are a filthy mess. Daddy’s going to put a nice plug in your pussy, hold all my cum inside. Then, we will take a shower, get you hydrated. Andthen… I’ll fuck your ass.” His voice is like an excited ring master, raising and lowering, building with excitement and…a sense of humor.

“Wait, you said…no anal.”

“I said no such thing. I said just kiss me. All your holes, Bijou. They’re all mine, and it’s your gift to me on our wedding night to let me use them all as I wish. I mean, I’m making you come baby, always. I’ll never forget my little lamb has needs of her own.”

I twitch and bite into my bottom lip as his fingers push in and out, his palm putting delicious pressure on my clit. Without warning, the blast of another shameful orgasm twists inside of me, taking the last of what I was when he put me in that trunk.

I give in, letting the dark bliss wrap its gentle arms around me. Ramses rests the gun over my heart, his fingers plugging me, making sure his seed finds its home as I’m swept away into the waves of pleasure, tears streaming down my cheeks.

“There we go. That’s my girl.”

CHAPTER8

Ramses

“See, isn’t that nice?” I ask as I brush her hair back from her face, her legs wide, those perfect pink petals wet with her dew.

She nods, her cheeks still warm with arousal and a little embarrassment.

“How is it everything you do makes me feel…so good? Even when I don’t want it to.” Humiliation creases her forehead as I lean down and kiss the top of her knee, my eyes drifting down to where the little black rubber loop from the plug I put inside her is just peeking from her battered opening.

When she realized I was serious about putting a plug in her, I think the realization that I’m truly not letting her ever leave me sank in. The lavender silicone plug slipped inside her without much effort, which, after taking my girth was no surprise.

She did let out a little yelping wince when it breached her sore opening so I soothed her with my tongue until she came, warm liquid dribbling into my mouth, and my obsession with her multiplied by thousands.

“Because I know what I’m fucking doing.” I give her the best answer I can. “And, when it comes to you, all I want is for you to feel good, Bijou. Without you, I’m not the man I need to be. That’s why I had to take you like I did.”

“You mean, it wasn’t just the FBI thing?”

I shake my head. “Come here.”

I slide my hands under her arms, feeling a stab of loss as her legs shift, and I lose sight of that banger of a pussy. It’s got me by the balls, but first and foremost, I want to take care of her and not just with my dick.

When I lift her to her feet, her eyes glaze and she nearly falls against me.

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