Page 108 of The Fire Went Wild

“Yes,” Charlotte gasps, her fingers digging into my blankets. “I know I shouldn’t?—”

I slap my hand around her mouth and press my lips to her ear. “I won’t hear any talk like that, little Hunter.”

Charlotte tries to respond, but I keep my hand in place as I run my other hand down her bare back, stopping it on her ass. She glances at me sideways, eyes brimming with expectation.

“Talk like that gets punished,” I tell her, and I feel her smile against my palm.

Then I slap her ass, firm and hard, letting her mouth go so I can hear her cry out. And she does, beautifully, a gasp of pain that she follows up with a perfectly fierce, “Fuck you.”

She’s smiling as she says it, though, and she wriggles her ass in the air.

I slap the other side, hard enough to leave a crimson handprint on her pale skin, and Charlotte gasps and squeezes the blankets more tightly, staring up at me with flushed, parted lips.

“Again,” she whispers.

“Okay,” I whisper back, smoothing my hand over her hair. I’m so flush with love and lust that I can barely stand it. “But keep pretending to fight me.”

Her grin widens, and her eyes glitter, and she nods.

Then she tries to scramble forward over the side of the bed. I grab her by the hips and jerk her back into position. I grab her chin and make her look out at the mess my room’s become, while I slide my other hand between her legs so I can feel how drenched she is between her thighs.

“Look at what you did,” I whisper. “I know you liked it.” I slide a single finger into her pussy, stroking her walls.

“I didn’t!” she protests, her words shuddering with moans.

“Don’t fucking lie to me.” I yank my hand and slap her ass again, using enough force that she jerks forward over the edge of my bed frame. She catches herself, her crimson hair hanging into her face.

But she doesn’t look away.

And she presents her reddening ass to me.Again, I think, the word so sweet the way she said it, and I smack her three more times, each one harder than the last. I check her pussy between each slap, adding another finger each time. Charlotte groans andwhimpers and gets wetter until I slide all four of my fingers inside her, stretching her out.

She trembles and braces herself against the bed.

“That’s what you get for denying what you are,” I tell her, stroking my fingers inside her until she’s groaning and jerking back on my hand. “Now you get your reward for killing so well.”

Charlotte cries out, and her pussy flutters in tight fast contractions around my fingers.

“Are you coming?” I cry out, delighted by this development. “When I said reward, I meant my cock.”

Charlotte laughs through her moans, and I keep working her, plying her until the contractions stop and she slumps forward over the bed frame, still staring out at the bodies and blood.

“Yes,” she finally says, and it’s only then that I pull my hand out of her. “Yes, that made me fucking come, okay?”

“Don’t sound so put out by it.” I slide my pussy-wet fingers into her mouth and Charlottes sucks on them eagerly, her tongue winding through each digit. I position my cock between her drenched thighs, rubbing its swollen length up against her wet pussy. Teasing her. “I’m proud of you.”

I pull my hand out of her mouth and gather her hair up in my fist, pulling her up so she’s on her hands and knees properly.

“I’m still getting used to it,” she says softly. Shyly.

“Will this help?”

And then I enter her with one hard thrust.

Charlotte bucks against me, and I pull her head back by her hair, holding her in place so she’ll keep looking at our victims as I fuck her astonishingly wet cunt.

“Will it?” I ask, punctuating the question with an especially hard thrust, deep enough that I feel my cockhead bump against some firm, fleshy barrier.

“Yes!” Charlotte screams, shoving back at me. “And fuck, that hurt.”

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