Page 171 of Vile Boys

My hard-on throbs inside her, not just from the way she feels but also from the words she just said.

“Your pussy can handle it,” I reply with a wicked grin on my face.

She smirks and grabs the pillow, smothering me again.

I splutter and cough, sucking in the air, but the thrill of losing my breath is exhilarating. And when she pushes down to the base, I nearly lose myself in the moment.

She tears the pillow away again, and my nostrils suck in the oxygen like they’re addicted. And you know what? Maybe I fucking am.

“Don’t get cocky now,” she says, lifting her hips.

“How could I not when I have you on my lap?” I respond.

Another blush forms on her cheeks, and she grips the pillow again, but she’s not just using it to choke me. She’s using it to hide her own feelings.

“Wait,” I say.

“What?” She holds up the pillow. “Thought you wanted this?”

“I do, but …” I sigh. “God, I wish I could touch you right now.”

Her eyes narrow. “Then why did you tie yourself up?”

I swallow, gazing at my own dripping hardness, which is begging to be fucked. But I know if I lie now to get it over with, she’ll never give herself to me. “I tied myself up because you looked at me with such fear in your eyes … and I finally realized why.”

She frowns.

“You like me. And it scares you.”

Her eyes widen in shock, and my heart skips a beat.

“It’s okay to admit it,” I say, whimpering when she slides over my tip with her slit. “It’s only natural to fall for someone as handsome as me.”

Her jaw drops. “Why you—” She smothers me with the pillow again, shoving it into my face so hard I truly can’t breathe, and fuck me, is it making me want to spurt my load all over this room.

When she pulls it away again, I feel like I’m sucking in a breath for years. “Have you always been this arrogant?”

“Darling, what else do I have to offer but my looks and charm?”

“Do you really think that’s the only thing?” she says, tilting herhead.

“My dick,” I groan. “I can offer you that.”

She rolls her eyes. “You can fight. You’re honest. You’re reliable. Or you were …”

“Reliable when you know how to twist me around your finger,” I respond, raising a brow. “Now let me feel you, darling,” I groan, twisting around. “Before I rip through these chains.”

She giggles and settles back down on the tip, sliding in deeper and deeper, each time faster than before, the feeling heavenly and beyond this world. When I first met her, I wondered why those boys were obsessed with her, but I get it now.

“F-fuck, just like that,” I groan.

She rolls her hips around, and her hand dips between her thighs. She touches herself while riding me, and my wrists strain against the metal that holds me down.

Why did I think this was a good idea? God, I want to run my fingers down her body so badly.

“Hmm … you like when I touch myself, don’t you?” she murmurs, circling her slit.

“Oh, fuck yes,” I reply, biting my lip but not too harsh because I don’t want to break the skin and destroy my pretty lips.

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