Page 188 of Thorns of Malice

The sound of his belt hitting the floor echoes in the room. He steps forward, puts his hands on my shoulders, and thrusts inside me, groaning loudly.

A sense of relief surges through my cells, deliciously tormenting me with the looming chaos I relentlessly crave.

Dax twists my hair around his hand, tugging so my head turns to face the wall. His palm curves around the back of my neck, securing my position. He thrusts slowly, taunting, "I should make you wait to come until I get home tonight."

"No! Faster!" I order.

He keeps his pace, warning, "I might do that, my little slut. I might make your pussy crave my cock the rest of the day."

"It already does. All day long! No matter what. Please! Fuck me harder!"

He doesn't. He leans closer, slowly sliding in and out of me, kissing my neck, then my cheek, then my lips.

I try to slide my tongue into his mouth, but he doesn't let me, moving his mouth to my lobe.

His breath teases me, mixing with the heat building in my blood.

"Dax, please," I beg.

"Bad girls get punished, baby girl."

"Please," I desperately whine, my insides clenching his cock as it taunts my walls.

"Your punishment has to fit the crime," he states.

"Dax—"

"Your greedy cunt needs to learn lessons," he adds, keeping his pace.

I try to move my hips, but he grips me tighter, not allowing me to increase the speed.

His lips curl against my skin. He asserts, "Whose slut are you, baby girl?"

"Yours!"

"Then you better declare it for the world to hear," he threatens.

I cry out, "I'm your dirty slut, Dax. My pussy needs it harder. Please! Fuck your filthy whore how only you can!"

He finally gives me what I want, thrusting his cock harder, gripping the back of my neck tighter.

"God, yes! Fuck me!" I scream, and sweat pops out on my skin.

He pounds into me, his pelvis hitting my ass over and over. He grits out, "Fuck, I love your wet pussy, my sexy little slut!"

"Harder!" I order, then my insides collapse, and a wave of endorphins hits me so hard I turn dizzy. My eyes roll.

"Say it," he demands.

"I love it when you fuck my slutty pussy!" I yell, violently trembling against the couch.

"Fuck I love you," he barks, his erection swelling against my walls.

"Dax!" I cry out, losing the ability to hold myself up and relying on the back of the couch.

"Fuuuck," he says on a groan, pumping me harder, filling me as I spasm against him. He thrusts through it until we're both spent, and he collapses over me.

My vision slowly returns to normal. My ragged breathing slows.

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