Page 23 of Bleeding Outside the Lines

The queen falls.

Her back hits the floor, dark hair spilling out around her. Her tits rise and fall with each breath she takes, her nipples hard, pressing against the thin fabric of her shirt. A surprised cry leaves her mouth, still red with blood.

My eyes roam her body, and I drink her in, like the top shelf liquor she is. When I make my way back up to her face, her hungry eyes stare into mine.

She uses one foot to kick into my thigh, right where her dagger speared me. I wobble, but don’t fall. She swipes at my other leg, and I crash next to her with a thud.

She pulls herself to her feet quickly, putting space between us once again.

“You fucking bitch,” I growl.

“Did you really think you could keep me down? The fucking queen who feeds off shit stains like you?”

I force myself up to my feet and cross the room to her in three strides. Her hands search her thigh for another dagger, but they’re gone. I push her against the wall, my hand around her throat, sliding her up until we’re face to face. Her legs kick at me, and her hands claw at my arms.

I really want them to claw down my fucking back.

I press closer to her, and her assault on me stills. She inhales sharply, stealing my breath from inside my chest.

My lips brush against hers when I speak again. “So, tell me, Queen, how’s it feel to be bested? Do you still want to kill me? Or should I tie you to the radiator now?”

Strong bare legs wrap around my waist, effectively holding her up. I loosen my grip on her throat, and her tongue slides between my lips. I swallow her kiss. It’s all consuming and soul crushing. I start to pull away, but her teeth sink into my lower lip, pulling me back in. My cock hardens, reveling in the sting. The taste of copper passes between us.

Her tongue dances across mine, forceful and angry. My hard dick rubs against her, and she bites my lip harder. Her nails dig into the graze on my arm, the pain causing me to let go of her. She tries to wriggle her body away from me, but she’s snug between me and the wall.

She pushes at my chest and then throws a punch at my face. I dodge it, taking a few steps back. Her feet hit the floor with a soft thud. Grabbing one of her hands, I twist her around until her back is flat against my chest.

Releasing her hand, I wrap one arm around her shoulders to keep her still.

I trail my lips down her neck, and she shudders against me. My free hand explores her body, palming her breasts and sliding over her stomach, a heat seeking missile on track to find that sweet spot.

“You wet for me, Ruby?” I ask her, taking her earlobe between my teeth.

My fingers find their way beneath her skirt, a surprise waiting for me.

“No panties today?” A sharp intake of breath is the only response I get.

I slide a finger between her folds and am awarded with another whimper.

I don’t prime her. That single finger is the only warning she gets before I thrust two fingers inside her clenched pussy. Her body sinks into me. Releasing her shoulders, I palm her tits, her ass grinding against my cock. My fingers drive in and out of her, hard and fast, and she rides them with fervor.

I don’t let up as I shift us closer to my desk. It’s only when I bend her over it that my fingers leave her warmth.

“Don’t fucking move,” I snarl. I push her skirt up over her ass. Her perfect fucking ass that I can’t help but spank. I use one hand to undo my pants and the other to leave my mark. She tries to roll to her back, but I press my palm between her shoulder blades, pushing her back down.

“I said, don’t fucking move.” Taking a step back, I admire the picture before me, my beautiful surrendering queen. I grip my cock, tempted to make her lay there while I pleasure myself, if only to coat her in my cum.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you surrender,” I tell her through gritted teeth as I stroke myself. Her back arches, lifting her hips just so, silently begging me to bury myself deep. It seems I’m not the only one who can’t help myself. Digging my fingers into her hips, I shove my cock into her waiting cunt in a single thrust. Fuck me. She feels as good and as tight as I imagined she would.

My head drops back in ecstasy, “Fuck, Ruby.”

I am not gentle as I pound into her, my balls slapping at her clit with each thrust. Our chorus of moans fill the room, sticky like the blood that coats us. Reaching forward, I grab her wig, tugging hard. I need to know what beauty hides beneath the disguise. Nails dig at my hand, and I let go, wrapping an arm around her waist to hold her up. She fiddles around her hairline for a minute, then pulls off the wig, flinging it across the room.

Ruby red hair spills over her shoulders, rendering me still.

She places her palms flat on my desk and turns her face back to me, “Now pull,” she commands.

I don’t hesitate. I wrap her red hair around my fist and pull. Her back arches as I pummel her pussy. Her hands reach out, gripping the other edge of my desk. She cries out in pleasure; her ass tightens and her tight pussy clenches around me. Fuck. Me.

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