Page 75 of Serpentine

“Take it, then. Put my cock inside you, Bambi, so I can fuck you raw and make you a woman. Make you my woman.”

Something about his words has my head spinning. I reach between us and grip him firmly. He hisses.

I sit the head of his dick at my entrance and scoot closer, his dick nearly slipping inside. If it wasn’t so large, and I wasn’t so tight, it would have slid home easily.

“This is going to hurt. Please tell me if I hurt you. Be transparent. This is the only way it’s going to work.”

I can’t help but think his words have veiled meaning, but I nod.

I need him so badly that I’d agree to almost anything.

I lay back and let my hands grip his forearms.

He inches inside me, pinching and pain melding with a fullness I’ve never felt before.

A breath leaves me, and he settles inside me.

“Are you alright?” he asks.

I nod before I’ve even assessed what I feel internally. I want him to move. I need him to fucking move.

“Please,” I mewl.

He smirks. “Aww, is my good girl begging to be fucked now?”

I whimper as he slides almost out and back in slowly. It’s mind-numbing and world-altering as my body gets used to the feel of him inside me, the stretch of my pussy around him, and I feel as though everything I’ve gone through was because this moment was coming. He was coming.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he strains out through gritted teeth before he leans down and kisses me slowly, deeply.

I wrap my legs behind his butt, digging my heels in to get him to fuck me harder, and he groans, but he also obliges.

“You feel so good,” I tell him, trying my hand at something foreign—dirty talk.

“Do I? If I feel good, you feel like fucking heaven, Bambi. Surely I’m dead.”

Before I can say a word, he picks his pace up. Everything feels amazing all at once. My nipples bead under the cool breeze, my body lights on fire, and my belly burns with the need to come already. He laces his fingers atop my head, and as the car rocks with his movements, he slams me down onto him.

It’s invasive and deep, but I needed it after all these years of waiting.

It’s everything.

“Come for me, baby. Then I’m going to paint your Cobra, mark you as mine,” he begs, not even sounding like my Braxton.

His filthy words and even strokes take me over the edge, and I come, screaming through the still night like a woman possessed.

“Fuck, good girl. Fuck!” he shouts before he stands and pulls out of me, jacking himself a few times before leaning forward and doing just what he promised.

His hot cum covers my fresh cobra tattoo in thick ropes, and I can’t take my eyes off the spectacle, even long after he’s come and his cock is softening.

“No going back now, Bambi. You’re caught, and your hunter has tagged you as his.”

I giggle. “I was his long before he knew it,” I admit, and he kisses me slowly.

I’ll be sore tomorrow and remember him each time I move, but tonight was worth breaking Miles’s rules.

It’s worth every second of the heart-pounding drive.

“Come, let’s get you cleaned up and sent back before Miles finds out you’re here.”

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