Page 337 of Bad for Me

Her wet foldspulsate along my cock, clenching down on me to the point of pain, but I don’t stop. Hell no. Her body is mine to do with as I please, and right now, it pleases me to fuck her like the damn animal I am. She loves it, and that’s all that fucking matters right now.

Easing a third finger into her ass, I pump my hips raggedly against her body. Rosie squirts and screams my name as Fred grunts.

“You fucker, get out of my wife.” Goddamn, I wish he would have stayed passed out. I don’t obey him. Not anymore. He’ll be lucky if he leaves out of here in one piece.

“Ex-wife,” Rosie screams, and I push my pinky finger into her. Four fingers in her ass and my cock drilling her.

“Look at her. She can’t concentrate on you anymore, Fred. This body is mine, big brother, and you will behave. Or I’ll kill you as I fuck my slut.”

My words make my dick squirt my release into my poppet. She’s kissing my face, neck, and shoulders. Whatever her little cock-sucking lips can reach. Pulling her head off my shoulder, I make her focus on me.

“Who owns you, Rosie?”

She doesn’t hesitate. Not one iota of a second. “You do.”

“Who owns your cunt?”

Her pussy quakes along my length. “You do.” Those sweet words are whispered, and I want to cherish them, but I’m driving home a point right now.

“Louder,” I demand as I wiggle my thumb into her. Her body arches against me, and her head hits the wall as I slam my dick deep into her.

“You do!” That scream is wrenched out of her. “Oh God. You do.”

“Mother fucking right, I do.” I turn us so Fred can see my hand in her ass. “You see that, brother? You turn her off so much that anal sex hurts her. But me? I’m fucking her with my hand, and she’s creaming all over my rock-hard dick. Even after taking her, I want her again, and she doesn’t seem to want to stop either.”

Rosie doesn’t turn her head to look at him. I’m proud of my sweet poppet for being such a good girl. “Tell me, Rosie. Do you want me to lay you back down on this bed and fist you? You think you could be my good little whore and take two fists. One in your hot pussy and one in this tight ass?”

She flutters at my diabolic tone, but she nods her head yes. “Words, poppet.”

“Ye… Yes.” My girl is jittery by the time I’m standing over her on the bed. There’s a lot of nerves and emotions glowing along her face, and I know I can’t do this. Not now. Fred is distracting me by pulling on his restraints, banging his arms against the bed, pissing me the hell off.

“Stop moving.” I pick up his gun, and Rosie protests.

“You are better than him.” Her voice is strong as she demands I put the gun down. “Don’t do this. He’s wanted you to be a killer from the get-go. You aren’t.”

Rosie rubs her body against mine, and I moan. Fuck, she’s divine. “But he’ll hurt you,” I whisper into her ear as I lean over her, wanting to be pressed against her skin.

“You won’t let him.” She murmurs, and my cock slides along her wet folds.

“You fucking whore. When I get out of here, I’m going straight to the kids. They are going to wish they were never born.” Fred spits out, and Rosie tenses. She gets off the bed as I step back. Before I know what she’s doing, she grabs the gun, aims, and shoots Fred in the back of the head.

The bullet goes straight through and out the front of his forehead. He slumps over, and the blood splatters the area surrounding him.

“He won’t hurt my children.” Her voice sounds far off, and I know she’s never killed anything or anyone before. She’s going to crash hard when the reality of it sets in.

“Poppet,” I say softly and come up behind her, running my hands along her shoulders. She could easily shoot me, too. Although, I’m not sure I would blame her for doing so. It’s not like I’m here with good intentions.

“I killed him.” Her hand holding the gun shakes, and I take the gun from her.

“It’s alright. You had every right to do so.” She doesn’t fight me as I pull her from the room. “I’m going to bury him, Rosie. You clean the room.”

“What?” She looks at me, and I see she’s coming back to reality. “You… I… We need to call this in. We can’t hide it.”

“The fuck we can’t. Rosie, I’m a felon who escaped prison. Yes, my brother swung it, but he’s dead. They are hunting me. You just killed your ex-husband. Albeit, he deserved it, but you will go to jail for this. Even if it was self-defense, which it wasn’t this time. He was tied up.”

“We could burn the whole place down.” Rosie shrugs, and I smile. My girl has some bad in her, too.

“No. We are going to clean this entire place up, bury his body, and act like he was never here. Then, you and I are going to go hiking. We will see if his car is near here, and if it is, I’ll drive it back to his house.”

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