Page 2 of Savage Behavior

He grabbed me by the throat, again incorrectly. Fucking amateur.

“I know you like it rough; I’m going to fuck you hard and make you cum all over my cock”

I leaned into his grip.

“Try me,” I challenge, and the fire of his anger flashed in his eyes. Krista once told me he got worked up over the most minor emasculating things that any little comment would set him off. I’m about to blow him the fuck up. Little bitch.

Chapter 2

Rico

She looked like a queen draped in red. All she was missing was the crown. I wanted her when I met Krista, but she wasn’t having it. I knew she was a dirty little freak. Everyone in our city had fucked that tight little cunt. I knew the tricks she had up her sleeve. She acted all high and mighty like she was too good for everyone, but I knew the truth. She was a dirty fucking whore. And I was going to fuck her like one. Her pussy was dripping for me. I knew when I met her that she would want me eventually. The heel of my foot hit the bed frame. It was about to get fucking freaky.

Britt

I shoved him backward onto the bed. Our bodies collided as we hit the mattress with a soft thud.

Some might want to shame me for my line of work, but white picket fences and horse-drawn carriages were never my thing. He moved back toward the headboard as I made haste in unbuttoning his pants, pretending like I couldn’t wait to get his clothes off of him.

He stopped moving back, his back hitting the top of the bed, and I removed his jeans from his ankles. I pulled down his boxer briefs and, like I thought, little dick energy. I forced my eyes not to roll; this weak fuck had no idea what he got himself into.

I ran the tips of my sharp stiletto nails gently up and down the short length of his pathetic shaft, making sure to make it pleasurable even though I wanted to stab them right through the head of his cock. Not yet, though, but soon.

He moaned, so I looked up at him and locked eyes; I batted my lashes and took him into my mouth. He instantly hardens, his cock twitching as my maroon lipstick is ruined; I hollowed my cheeks as I sucked, cupping his balls with one hand and squeezing him at the base with the other. I deep-throat his dick easily; no gag reflex here, but even if I had one, he wouldn’t touch it. I looked up at him through my lashes, and his eyes were closed; good, he was letting himself relax. His thighs tightened, and his abs clenched in pleasure. Perfect.

I released his balls, not wanting him to nut yet, and I ran my palm slowly up and down his body. Goosebumps erupt all over. The fact that he harbored no guilt about Krista baffled me. I didn’t feel one ounce of guilt because, one, she’s over him; two, this is a job, and I have disconnected my mind from my heart. I was working, there was no feeling, no emotion, no attachment to him or anything I was doing. I weaponized my body because I got tired of everybody else using it. It was mine.

I focused back on the cock in my mouth, and I knew he was close to coming; my head game was on point. I had to perfect it to get the job done quickly.

I pumped my fist slowly up and back down as I took it out of my mouth.

“Fuck baby, you are so good at that”

I smirked.

He pulled at my arms, wanting me to straddle him, so I did. My pussy was completely exposed in this lingerie, and it would be easy for him to slide inside me.

I was wet, but not because he turned me on; it was because I got a thrill that aroused me more than any man ever could; sex wasn’t for pleasure for me anymore. I felt nothing. Empty and numb.

“Condom, I said. Grinding my pussy back and forth.

“Fuck you’re so fucking wet, Britt. Let me stick it in.”

“No”, I replied firmly. That fire was in his eyes again, that look that told me he wanted to force me to.

“I’m not on birth control, but I want you inside me,” I told him, hoping that extinguished the flame in his chest. The anger simmering there from my challenge.

“Okay, yeah, we don’t want any mistakes walking around here.” he leaned over to his bedside table, removing the top off of a little mirrored box. He grabbed a condom, ripped it open, and rolled it down his shaft. As soon as he was done, I plunged myself forcefully onto his cock, and he tensed.

“Oh my god,” I moaned, throwing my head back.

“Fuuuuck Britt, your pussy” he grabbed my thighs, gripping them, bruising. I knew it would leave marks, but I didn’t care. I rolled my hips in a circular motion as I bobbed my pussy up and down on his cock. Squishy sounds from my wetness filled the room.

“God damn,”

“I know,” I moaned.

“I feel good, don’t I?” I asked him

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