Page 84 of Quake

“Are you wet for me?”

A moment later, “That’s okay. You don’t have to answer because I know you are positivelysoakedfor my cock. And I can’t fucking wait to dole out your punishment when I find you.”

I inhale sharply, and I see his head snap in my direction. He prowls over here but keeps his distance. “Come out, come out wherever you are,” he says, chuckling darkly.

Trepidation sparks up the base of my spine, and his next words sear through me. He stops just two feet from me as I hide behind these curtains.

“Are you scared, little red?” he whispers, his voice so low that if he weren’t right in front of me, I would never have heard him.

“If not,you should be,” he says, his hands jolting forward and gripping me through the curtain.

I release a loud yelp and hear Rex release a single warning bark that makes Gianni chuckle lightly.

Using that as a distraction, I push him off me, throwing myself off the ledge of the windowsill and running around to the back of the couch.

“Let me make myself abundantly clear,” he says, staring right at me through the dark room. “When I find you,I fuck you. And you’ll be begging for my mercy.”

Before I can move, he’s running toward me, jumping over the front of the couch and landing behind me. A scream leaves my lungs, but an arm snakes around me, pulling my back to his chest as he brings his palm to my mouth, effectively muffling my screams.

“It’s time to pay up,” he tells me, his voice gruff, brushing against my skin like sandpaper. “Hold your screams for when you’re coming undone around my cock.”

I feel his dick nestling between my ass cheeks as he thrusts his hips against me, showing me exactly how much this turns him on.

When I start to relax into his touch, he releases his grip on me, but only long enough to swing me over his shoulder and drag me back to bed.

He throws me down into the center of the bed, and I scoot away, moving toward the wall as he crawls toward me from the end of the bed.

“There’s no escaping now. Take those panties off.”

My fingertips graze the edges of the white lace, and slowly, I slide them down my thighs, but before I can toss them to the side, he snatches them from my hand and pushes me flat against the bed, a hand on my chest.

My eyes go wide as I realize what he’s doing a moment too late.

He stuffs the panties in my mouth, gagging me as he says, “Taste yourself,ma petite rouge.Taste how fucking drenched and needy you are for my cock. How goddamn much youlovethe idea of being chased. Of beingpunished.”

I squeeze my thighs together, doing anything in my power to chase the friction I so desperately need.

“Absolutely not. When I finally let you come tonight, it’ll be because ofme. Now be a good little songbird and spread those thighs nice and wide for Daddy Ghostface,” he demands, his words holding a humorous quality while also remaining dead serious.

This is fucking torture. Need is practically weeping from my pores.

Why did I ask for this again?

Oh, right… Because sometimes, I just want to be fucked like a dirty little slut, and Gi makes me feel safe to explore that.

When I don’t obey in the split second he expects me to, he wrenches my thighs open, his fingertips digging into my flesh as he pulls my body down the bed. I don’t have a single second to regain control of my breathing as he lines the head of his swollen, dripping cock up with me and plunges in.

A shudder wracks my body, quaking through me as his hips meet mine in one swift movement. I can barely breathe.

Grabbing the lace panties from my mouth, I toss them to the side, and luckily, he’s so lost in the feel of me spasming around him that he doesn’t seem to notice. Or at least, he doesn’t seem to care enough to punish me for it. Not yet, anyway.

It was a fleeting thought because as soon as the words fly through my head, his hand darts out just as quickly, wrapping around my throat. His thumb digs into the soft skin at the base of my neck, pressing down with so much force that my vision is narrowing. Before I can lose myself to the darkness, he releases his hold on me.

He grips my calves, bringing them up to rest on his shoulders as he takes me even deeper. My mind is spinning, my body floating higher and higher as heat licks up my spine. A moan leaves me, followed by a plea that sounds so unfamiliar to my own ears.

“Gi,please, let me come,” I beg.

“I don’t know whoGiis, but tonight, the only name that’ll be grazing that twisted little tongue ismine.”

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