Page 50 of Wreck Me

I dislodged his grip and then I was shrieking and shoving my hands into his chest.

He jarred against the side of the bathroom stall and I was there in the next second, tearing his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere, fabric ripping in the process, as I bared his sculpted chest to me, all rippling muscle and carved abs.

I raked my nails down them, making him hiss and writhe against the wall.

The animal liked that.

I grasped him by his belt and jerked him to me, then slammed him back against the stall, over and over, screaming, then snarling as I scraped my teeth over his throat, then scratched and licked, moving down, down, down, marking him all over and reveling in his taste and his pain.

More. More. More.

He dug his fingers into my scalp, the biting pain making me go feral all over him until I was biting and scratching deep enough to draw blood.

“Fuck,” he groaned as I slicked my tongue over the droplets starting to trickle down his chest.

The taste exploded on my tongue, making me drip into my panties, bliss fueling the desperate need all the more until I was whimpering at the aching intensity.

I ripped open his jeans and shoved my hand inside, grasping his shaft that was hard as fucking steel and basically pulsing in my hand. I roughly pulled his cock out and he grunted as I jerked him harshly. When I clawed at his crown, he snarled, the ferocious sound rolling through me.

And then he was on me, slamming me back against the wall.

He jerked down my pants and panties in one shot, baring me to him.

His fingers dragged roughly through my folds.

“Fucking drenched,” he growled, a second before he jerked down my sports bra and exposed my heaving breasts. He dove in, sucking and biting them in a frenzy, then ground against me, his cock sliding through my folds, sending jolts of intense pleasure through me as his crown bumped against my clit over and over.

I bucked back against him, needing more.

“Beg me to tear into this dripping cunt,” he growled against my breasts, fisting them and kneading roughly enough to bruise them, spreading the blood all over, playing with it, and ramping up my bloodlust and depraved desire to a whole other level.

“I don’t beg,” I ground out, before breaking his grip brutally, then lunging at him.

He caught me and dug his fingers into my thighs as I rose up on him, then slammed down onto his dick.

He roared and threw his head back as I drove him balls deep in one shot.

I shrieked as he tore me open in the most glorious way, all long and so thick. I chased the burn, clawing at his shoulders, neck, and hair as I rode his dick in a frenzy.

“Tight fucking cunt,” he grunted, grasping my ass and grinding my pussy against his balls with every motion, torturing my clit in the process and sending sparks of intensity through me. “That’s right… ungh. Fuck yourself on my cock, beautiful.”

His bloodied chest slicked against mine, mixing and spreading, and I couldn’t take my eyes off the fucked-up sight.

I was panting and crying out, fucking him like a demented thing, slamming and grinding, as he growled and hissed.

“Shit… ahh…. I’m coming,” I screamed. “More. Fucking more.”

Just as I crashed over the edge, he took back control and jackhammered into me, taking my orgasm higher and higher.

I felt his fingers teasing my clit, twisting and pulling, then scraping his nails over it, and it had another orgasm slamming into me, before I’d even recovered from the first.

“Ahh! Fuck… oh my God!”

He didn’t stop, his cock brutalizing my insides over and over, on and on like a fucking machine.

I came again, shuddering in his arms.

Sweat was slicking my skin, my voice was turning hoarse as he forced scream after scream from my throat.

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