Page 20 of Bullet for My Good Girl

Tears are now coursing down her face as her swings and punches grow weaker. I still have my hand over her mouth and nose. She's suffocating.

"Have I earned it yet?" I ask her.

She focuses on my eyes and in true form of her defiance, she shakes her head no.

I move my hand and she sucks in a deep breath.

"Who've you been fucking?" I ask, moving my hand down her body and grabbing hold of the very thin nightgown that she's wearing.

"That's none of your business." She pants.

"Who have you given my pussy to?" Just thinking about someone else touching her is enough to make me want to murder someone.

She must see the intensity in my eyes. The determination to get rid of any other competition that might think of taking her away from me. Because this time she tells me the truth.

"No one. No one since you." She mutters and I groan in satisfaction. Just as I've been searching for her, her body has been searching for mine even if she doesn't realize it.

"That's what I thought." In an instant, I rip the night dress off her body and she gasps in surprise. I do the same to her panties and she lay there below me bare and on edge. I'm going to need to use my hands and that means I need another way to keep her quiet.

A vision of my daydream from earlier flashes to the forefront of my mind. Now's the time to find out if she'll choke. I take the panties, ball them up and stuff them into her mouth. She tries to spit them out at first but I give her a stern look, letting her know that would be a bad idea.

"Have I earned it now?" I ask her again and again she shakes her head no.

I raise an eyebrow and let my hand trail down her body until I get to her slippery cunt. My legs are already keeping hers open so when I slip my fingers against her core there's no way for her to keep me out. She shakes her head and I take this as even more of a challenge.

Using her own arousal I sink one finger inside her pussy and she bucks up. She feels like heaven, at least what I thought heaven would feel like.

She tries to pull away but I grab hold on her arms again. She's not going to get away from me tonight. "Stop trying to run from me, Stella. The minute I found you again you should've known that I would never let you go." I slide another finger inside of her. My two fingers stretch her walls and when I press up she squeals through her gag.

I love it.

I want more of it.

Keeping my fingers deep inside of her and holding her still I continue to pulse my fingers up against that sweet spot inside of her. Her body seizes up and her legs go rigid but I don't stop. She screams loud but the panties muffled the sound. Just as I'm about to stop a gush of liquid comes out of her and I watch her eyes roll in the back of her head. Her pussy strangles my fingers and I feel myself come a little in my pants. I need to be inside of her. Right now.

I snatch my hand out of her and watch as her body goes lax. She's spent but I'm not through with her.

My pants are down and my cock is in my hand before she can take a good breath. I push her legs further apart and with no further preamble, I slam myself deep inside of her.

"Perfect. You've always been so fucking perfect. I tried to forget about you. Tried to get rid of you but you're too perfect. Now I get to have you whenever I want. You're mine. Isn't that right Stella?" I pump hard into her and she stares up into my face.

The rebel inside of her was losing her fight. She may say I didn't deserve her but I can guarantee that no one makes her melt like I do.

"Isn't it right?" I growl at her as I cage her head between my forearms and continue to thrust and grind against her. Her hands are free but she doesn't fight instead she wraps them around my neck and holds onto me tightly. Her legs wrapped around my waist.

Everything inside of me wants to claim every inch of her. I've never wanted anything in my life besides to show my father that I wasn't a failure and to be left on my own. Now all I want is her and our baby.

My balls pull up as I piston into her.

She mumbles something but I can't hear her. "You going to be a good girl?" I ask and this time when she tries to spit out the gag I let her.

"Make me come, Vitto, I'm so close." She whimpers.

"Have I earned it now?" I question her again and this time she nods.

This woman is already the end of me. She can have anything she wants. I lift up and put pressure in all the right places. When she arches back and moans loudly, I groan as her core milks me. Both our orgasms explode out of us at the same time.

I thought this woman was the black stain on my soul, instead, she's become the missing piece I've been searching for my entire life.

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