Page 31 of Hell Bent

Vicious let go of her then gripped her hips, tugging Sway down onto his lap. He positioned the head of his cock at her pussy’s entrance before forcing her to slide down his dick, burying himself all the way. “Damn, baby, you’re fucking tight,” he moaned.

She would take every inch of him until they were both drenched. Holding on to her hips, he bounced her up and down on his cock. Her tits bounced as her nipples peaked and a deep-rooted moan escaped her. Her hands grappled for purchase on the wooden table in front of them.

With his cock thrusting up into her, he bottomed out every other push. The loud, aching moan that slipped from herlips had his cock hardening and his balls tightening. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he held her down where he could grind up into her. Whimpers escaped her lips.

Vicious felt her body as it squeezed his cock tighter. Sweat ran down his chest and back. The feeling of her was perfect.

Vicious pressed his face against her back. He was so fucking close, he needed to slow down before he came. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, he pulled Sway back so she rested against his chest. “Drape a leg over each of mine.”

With her legs spread wide, she held onto the sides of the chair. Her clit pulsed, wanting more of his cock. “Touch yourself for me, baby.”

Leaning back, she kept one hand on the chair while she slid the other between her legs, pressing on her swollen clit. “Come on, baby, you can do better than that. Get yourself off,” Vicious groaned in her ear. Moving her fingers faster, the friction against the delicate nub had her orgasm building. Her body jerked as the climax gripped her. “Oh fuck,” she shouted as she came hard.

Vicious shoved his hand in her hair and pulled her head back so he could watch her fall apart on his thighs. He could feel the aftershocks coursing through her cunt as it pulsed around his cock. “Good girl.”

Her head was full of a sexual haze as Vicious untangled them, laid her on the wooden kitchen table, and draped her legs over his arms, holding her open for him to shove his cock into her pussy. The sensation of his cock slamming into her felt like he was taking her over completely.

With each hard thrust, the kitchen table wobbled. Sounds of passionate cries mixed with the creaking wood moving across the tile floor reverberated off the walls. Vicious didn’t care if the table legs broke off the fucker, he wanted to fill Sway with him. He wanted her body to ache for his when he wasn’t in her.

She screamed out, begging for more from him. She even cried out to God. He loved both, the begging and the praying, as long as she did them with his cock buried in her cunt. She arched her back, pressing hard against him. He kept fucking her until his balls tightened and he coated the inside of her cunt with hot spurts of cum.

He could hardly keep his weight off her as they both panted against one another’s sweat-drenched skin. When he went to pull away, Sway wrapped her legs around him, holding him to her. “You’ve got a greedy pussy.” He smirked against her throat.

“And you’ve got a cock that would make the gods weep.” Sway laughed.

Vicious replied by biting her shoulder playfully. “Give me a minute and we’ll get cleaned up.”

“I’m not in a hurry. I’m quite comfortable with you on top of me.” She started laughing when he nipped her collarbone. When his cock slid from her pussy, she laughed harder.

Pushing off the table, Vicious slapped her hip, chuckling. “Get your pretty ass up so we can get a shower and eat.”

Taking his hand for help, Sway let Vicious tug her up and into his chest. His fist wrapped around her long hair,forcing her head to go back. She looked up into his green eyes as he stared back at her. The moment felt intense and dangerous, yet safe and comfortable at the same time.

Chapter Nineteen

Coffee sounded perfect to Sway as she stretched like a well-pet kitten. Noticing the bed was empty, she wondered what time Vicious had gotten up. Smiling to herself, Sway thought about how loose her body felt. How it ached in places she’d forgotten existed. Lying there, Sway realized there was no sound. Leaning her head up, she strained her ears to hear something. Anything. But there was nothing, no shower running, no sounds coming from the living room. Dropping her head back onto the pillow, she wanted to scream.

Closing her eyes, she recalled her thoughts from the night before when Vicious had walked into her apartment. Sway thought for a moment she may have bitten off more than she could chew. Now that he wasn’t there, she felt foolish.

She didn’t know what she had expected from a man like Vicious. It wasn’t like they knew one another. Hell, she barely knew his name before letting him fuck her breathless on her damn kitchen table. She’d burn the fucker if she could get it down the damn stairs.

Mad. She was mad as hell at no one but herself. She’d never done anything so stupid in her twenty-seven years. But then, this was the first time in her life she had no one breathing over her slender shoulders. No, there was no one to tell her what a fool she’d made of herself or that she acted like a slut.

What had she told Vicious while at the restaurant? Oh, yeah, that she wanted a man, not a boy, and that she wanted to come so hard, it would soak her thighs. Well, she’d gotten both the man and the soaked thighs. Sighing at the memory, she wished she’d asked for breakfast the next morning with said man. “Rookie move, Roussin.”

As she lay there thinking how stupid she had been, the smell of coffee hit her.Oh shit, was he still there?Tossing the covers from her, Sway stopped herself when the cold air hit her. Pulling the soft, warm covers back over her naked body, she searched the room for her robe.

“What are you doing, sweetheart?” Vicious asked from the doorway.

Sway screamed, startled by his voice. Peering from under the covers at the half-naked man in her doorway, she was shocked at his presence. “Looking for my robe. Aren’t you cold?”

Vicious walked across the room and picked up her robe. Stepping up to the bed, he placed a knee on the edge, leaned over, and planted a kiss on Sway’s head. “You thought I left, didn’t you?”

Smiling, Sway looked up at him. “Maybe.”

“Shame on you. Now, get up. I made coffee and I’m aboutto cook breakfast.” He kissed her again before moving from the bed. “Get your ass moving.”

Sway watched him turn and walk away. Climbing out the bed, she slipped on her robe and tied it closed. Shoving her feet into a pair of fuzzy slippers, she hustled into the kitchen. Huddling close to the stove, where he had eggs and sausage cooking. “Are you that cold?” Vicious asked as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, bringing her in close.

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