Page 31 of Gypsy Angel

Once Viper let her lip go, he moved her from the back of the couch over towards the arm, turning her around, his arm coming around, his hand regripping her throat as his free hand roamed from her stomach to her breasts, pinching her nipples hard as his front pasted itself to her backside. No space between them now.

Reaching behind her, she gripped his hips as if pleading for him to end her torture. She needed him and hated him at the same time. The not knowing what he had planned, the anticipation of what was to come yet fear that she pushed the man too far and he was going to punish her, wickedly.

“I want to erase every memory you have of those mother fuckers and replace it with memories of me. You don’t know how badly I want to bend you over this couch right now, fuck your pussy as hard as I can, letting my cock get soaked in your pussy juice before I slide my cock deep in your sexy fucking ass and own it. I won’t take your ass the way I want to, because I know that’s a hard limit for you. I am going to own that fucking pussy of yours. I’m going to fuck it hard. You’ll feel my cock buried in there for days to come. While I’m doing that, I will spank your ass nice and red.”

Viper growled into her ear, pinching her nipples, before letting his hand roam between her breasts, then down to her soaking wet pussy, already dripping just from his words alone. Her knees threatened to buckle when he skimmed her needy clit, going straight to her core, twirling his fingers in and out of her, making her cry out in frustration.

“I’m not giving you my mouth tonight. You didn’t earn my tongue. But you will get my cock.”

“Make me forget, Dean.” Diesel pleaded softly. “Replace their memory with yours. Show me how it should feel!”

She was afraid she’d gone too far when Viper stilled behind her. His breathing stilled just like his hand did. When he didn’t say or do anything after several seconds, she started to pull away, only to be held still by his hands holding her in place.

“Be sure, Cheryl. Be very sure. I’m on the fucking edge right now. I can’t promise to be gentle.”

Diesel leaned her head back onto Viper’s shoulder, doing her best to look up into his eyes so he could see how serious she was. When his eyes locked onto hers, she reached up with one of her hands to touch the side of his jaw.

“Please! I want you to own me. Body and soul. No matter how hard I fight it, you already have my heart.”

Diesel’s body vibrated when Viper let out a body shuddering growl from his throat as he swooped down and kissed her. It was hard, passionate, fiery, consuming, everything!

Diesel had no time to think, breathe or react when Viper ended the kiss, and bent her over the couch. When his hand connected to her ass, her body went up in flames. Her first thought was ‘mother fucker smacked my ass’, while her second thought was, ‘holy shit, clean up on isle three’.

Before she could say something about the ass smack, she felt him at her back. One hand in the middle of her back, the other rubbing over her ass cheek he’d just sent up in flames. When his hand curled around her shoulder, all pretense of reprieve was over. Diesel had no warning when she felt Viper’s cock demand entrance to her already soaking wet pussy.

Viper didn’t even give her a chance to adjust to his cock when he went on a rampage of owning her pussy, inside and out. There was no finesse, no holding back. It was pure ownership of her body, her pussy, her soul.

Diesel let out a whimper when Viper gripped her hair in his hand as he used his other hand to grip her throat again to pull her slightly back to him as he leaned down to cover her back. She groaned when he bit her jaw at the same time he let out another low growl that made her pussy juice flow even more. Fuck this man made her walls crumble even more. Without even trying, he’d broken down the concrete wall she’d constructed around her heart and her mind. He masterfully owned her. What. The. Fuck!

“Spread your legs more.” Viper growled into her ear as he thrust into her pussy hard.

Diesel did what she could to accommodate his demand, gripping onto the edge of the cushion and the arm of the couch for balance. The movement kept her out of balance. She knew Viper wouldn’t let her fall with the hold he had on her.

When Viper, again, descended on her lips, stealing the air she breathed from her lungs, she cocked her ass, sending his cock deeper, making them both groan in pleasure. Just when she thought she would pass out from lack of oxygen, Viper broke the kiss and moved back.

She felt his hand tighten its grip in her hair at the same time he gripped her hip with this other hand and started pounding his cock into his pussy. Diesel knew he meant business when he said he was going to own her pussy, inside and out apparently.

“Fuck! Your pussy is so fucking tight and wet. It’s like it can’t get enough of my cock.” Viper panted with each thrust, never losing stride.

Diesel couldn’t respond. All she could do was hold on for dear life and pray to whatever God there was that it didn’t end soon because he was hitting all the right spots. She was about to go over the edge.

Bending further over the couch to cock her ass a little more seemed to do the trick. When Viper plowed into her pussy, hard and deep, she came hard and fast, screaming his name as she clawed the couch. She’d never came like that before in her life.

TWENTY-THREE

Viper knew he needed to stop being rough with her, but he couldn’t. All he could see was her putting herself in harm’s way. The memory of that fucker from the Red Dragons stalking towards her as she stood there looking like a deer in headlights, her faking at being helpless and lost. All he could see was what would have happened if he or the rest of the guys hadn’t been there.

All he could think about was his need to stamp his name on her, inside and out. Let her know that he was it for her. That she belonged to him. And God help him, if that made him sound like a neanderthal then so be it, because she was it for him. Something he never thought he would say about a woman.

Viper knew he was losing control, yet he couldn’t do a damn thing to stop it. All he could feel was the pounding need to consume her. To feel her heat surrounding his cock, hear her scream out his name as she came. Fuck he needed to possess her in every way possible.

When Diesel told him to take her ass, to erase that mother fucker who had hurt her, it took everything in him to not shove his cock in her ass right then and there. He had to remember what this woman had been through but fuck if he could right now.

Feeling her pussy milk his cock the way she was right now, he knew she didn’t know what she was doing to him. All he could do was continue to pound away his anger and frustrations into her pussy, letting her know what he couldn’t say right now with words.

Feeling her pussy juices soak his cock and hearing her scream his name brought him back from the brink of the darkness that he was in. He knew he was on the edge, but he didn’t want to come in her pussy right now. She gave him the green light to own her ass and he was going to take it. He was going to mark that ass of hers so when her lunatic of a fucker brother she shared DNA with started running his mouth, he could smile knowing that he was the last one who marked her ass, not his sorry, good for nothing dick.

Pulling his cock out, he used his fingers to gather some of her juices and started fingering her ass, getting her nice and ready. Something he should have done when he was fucking her as hard as he was. Feeling her tense up, he leaned over, talking softly into her ear, letting her know it was him.

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