Page 40 of Lock Up the Darkness

“Damn, you need this so bad, baby.” I jerked her panties down to her ankles.

“Yes,” she choked.

“Spread your thighs for me.”

She sank against me, her head falling on my inked chest, then opened wide.

I fisted my hand in her hair, holding her tight to me, enjoying the feel of her hot breath fanning over my skin.

And then I thrust two fingers deep inside her dripping cunt.

I smiled to myself as her whole body jolted from the intrusion.

I stayed still deep inside her hot little tunnel, until I watched her tight ass push back, begging for more.

I had her grunting in the next moment when I grazed a third finger against the others. She twisted on me, trying to reject it. But it was too fucking late for that.

I yanked on her hair at the roots, making her hiss, and forcing her gaze to mine, making her give me everything, show me every expression flitting across her face as I slid the third in deeper until it reached the last knuckle. Pain and pleasure blazed back at me. Just like I’d figured.

“So tight. You’re not ready to be my fuck slut yet. You think this is a lot? My cock would rip you apart.”

Her eyes flashed and I chuckled darkly. “Then again, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

I didn’t wait for her response, as I started ramming in and out of her, jackhammering into her tight cunt with absolutely no mercy, finger-fucking the life out of her, forcing her to let me watch her come apart for me.

She was moaning and mewling in moments, fucking back on me again, that wild beast in her taking the lead.

“The way your cunt squeezes my fingers, makes me wanna let my cock loose on you anyway.” I twisted my hand in her hair. “Hell, maybe I’ll tear into your asshole, huh? How’d you like that?”

She trembled against me, pleasure glazing her eyes so fucking beautifully.

I angled my fingers and she bucked wildly as I hit that sweet spot. I rammed into it over and over, relishing the screams I was forcing out of her, her body twisting and writhing, as I made her lose her goddamn mind.

“Shit! Yes, fuck!” she cried, her voice a sexy, hoarse rasp.

“Yeah, drench my fingers, let it all go.”

A sudden twist with a scrape of my nails in her cunt had her doing just that, shrieking out into the night and shuddering all over me, as she exploded all over my hand.

I pulled my fingers free, then had her watch as I licked them clean, relishing her taste.

A dirty smirk played on her lips.

And then she trembled again and collapsed on top of me, lost in the afterglow of both the fight and the rough finger-fucking.

I stroked her soft, silky hair, as I breathed in her scent mixed with the sex and blood, feeling her thumping heartbeat resonating through my bare chest.

Blissing out, basically.

It didn’t last as long as I would’ve liked when she went rigid all of a sudden, then bolted off me in the next moment.

I sat up and watched her hastily pull her panties back up her legs, then fix her dress back into place.

She staggered back, shoving a hand through her hair, freaking.

As I pushed to my feet, adjusting my raging hard-on in my jeans, she turned to make a break for it down the side of the house.

“Not so fast,” a commanding baritone sounded, pulling her up short.

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