Page 129 of Fallen Princess: Shadow Stalker

“I want everyone to know how much I hate you,” she groans.

“Hate, eh?” I smirk.

“You want me bad, vixen.”

“Go to hell, Haze,” she moans deeply.

My hand leaves her body and swiftly pushes the same forefinger through her lips.

“Taste yourself. Taste how sweet and delicious you are,” she sucks and licks my finger the same way she loves to do so to my knob.

“That’s why I’m never leaving you. You’re my ambrosia, darling. I’m addicted to you, your body, your cunt, and I have no intention of ever going off you. It’s me and you, sexy. Like it or not, hate me forever, but I have enough love for the both of us.”

I feel her tense slightly as soon as I use the wordlove,and she pops my finger out of her mouth. There’s a moment of stillness between us, and I’m not sure why she strained her body the way she did.

“For someone with strong words, you sure are fucking weak in the physical aspect,” she mumbles, causing my dick to stir against her naked arse.

Sweeping her hair to the side, I grab a chunk of it, pulling her head back so my lips touch her cheeks.

“Patience, little one, you’ll be begging me on your hands and knees for me to fuck you.”

She huffs a laugh, “Please!”

Letting her hair fall, I string her arms upward against the wall as my other hand reaches down to her front. I swiftly spread her lips and push two fingers through.

“Ahh!” she moans as I begin to pump her pussy, feeling her tight walls grab onto my fingers like suckers making sure I stay there.

“Greedy little thing, aren’t we?” I whisper low.

I add a third finger and then a fourth, and she’s grinding herself against me, and just when I know she’s about to rocket herself to the moon, I pull out.

“Fucker!” she scoffs. “I hate your fucking gut, asshole. You…you…”

I abruptly pull away with a chuckle, placing my hands on either side of her hips, pull her arse out and plunge my throbbing hard knob inside her, causing her to yelp slightly from the sheer size of me.

“I’m going to corrupt your mind, invade your soul, and dominate you.”

Each time I drive back into her, my hips smack against her arse, and when I pull out halfway, I follow it with my hand slapping her arse as I drive my cock back home. I’m not yet hammering her, just giving it to her in a strong and steady rhythm, holding her tight enough that I know she’ll be left with a bruise.

I can feel her walls stretch to accommodate me; she winces when my fat cockhead pushes and stretch her wide as she holds onto the wall I have her facing.

Pulling out, I see my knob covered in her juices mixed with my pre-cum that oozes out and hangs from the tip of my cock. In and out, my thick shaft and its fat head rub against her G-spot. As the tingle in my abdomen grows, I can also feel her on the fringe of an orgasm, my own coming too, but I’m not quite yet there, just on the edge.

Slap…slap…slap.

I keep at it, fucking her in this same measured space, holding her in place as I thrust my hips. I’m sweating, my eyes are screwed shut, and I’m focused on the intense sensations coming from my knob. One stroke hits her at a slightly different angle, and I feel her tense up and ready to release.

I force myself to pull out of her.

God, this is fucking torture.

“Why?” she asks, her voice weak, ragged and irritated.

“Enough of showing everyone how fucking hot you are. Get inside the bedroom,” I command and catch Jagger watching us intently at the end of the hallway leaning with one arm against the wall, his eyes drifting to her arse as she walks inside the room, subconsciously swiping his tongue across his lower lip.

“You’re going to suck my knob while Jagger eats your pussy.”

She stops and turns to see him, a tiny smirk working its way up her mouth.

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