Page 73 of Biker's Prisoner: Property of Bucky

Her face tightens like she’s going to argue with me, but I slide two fingers inside her, preventing her from forming a sentence and delivering a firm, physical reminder of my control over her. It’s not just that I’m bigger and stronger. I know her…

Zayna’s pussy clamps hard around my fingers as she swivels her hips in some misguided effort to escape my grasp. No fucking way I’m letting her out of my sight now. I graze my teeth against her neck, sending a thrill of terror straight through her from the threat of extra force. Then I move my fingers inside her. Pushing them in deep. Zayna cries out and more juices spill from her entrance.

I fucking love it. My dick craves more than this too.

For now, I have to enjoy the contours of her cunt as those inner walls grip my fingers. I groan in pleasure as I slide my fingers out and nearly cum again when I bury both fingers inside Zayna and she makes another sexy ass noise.

“You’re so tight, baby…”

She whimpers and moans, finally giving in to my fingers at least by bucking her hips up to meet me. I get my fingers on the rough, textured part of her entrance and move in slow circles, pushing Zayna’s arousal to a fever pitch. Her pussy juices likea summer peach and even slow, steady movements push her all the way to that breaking point.

I can feel her coming towards the edge and I need to bring her there. I kiss her neck again and hold her body against mine while I pump my fingers between her legs.

“Come on, baby,” I whisper. “Cum for me…

My heart pounds nervously. Making her cum won’t change her mind but there’s still some fucked up part of me indulging in wishful thinking. Zayna makes an encouraging whimper and I pump my fingers faster between her legs, tightening the energy between us with a slow, deep kiss that never breaks.

I can’t pull my body away from hers until she cums and I broke her down fighting against me. All she can do is submit to this feeling. Her thighs tighten around me and I thrust my fingers inside her one last time before I feel the convulsive pulses around my hand. She’s so damn hot when she cums.

Zayna rides the wave as I fuck her slowly with my fingers. She’s such a good girl like this. When she’s letting me have my way. I can feel myself getting more gentle along with her. Orgasms calm her the hell down and this is exactly how I need her. She makes one desperate effort at eye contact with me but…

I don’t want to look at her right now. My desire doesn’t have anything to do with my anger and right now… I’m still angry. She senses it too.

“Ruger,” Zayna pleads. She touches my face and the rage surges through me properly. I don’t want her to pretend to love me now. Not while she denies me the one thing that would make me feel better about this. About us. About the future. Because anything can happen in the future.

There’s only one thing there’s no coming back from — death. Not even prison stopped Darlene from screwing around on me. Death stopped her dead in her tracks. Zayna’s fingers scratch my facial hair and I can’t take it anymore. I can’t keep letting hertouch me and worm her way into my heart and fool me. But that doesn’t mean I won’t fuck her.

I flip Zayna over onto her stomach. She grunts and pushes her butt against me quickly once she realizes what I’m up to. Touching my dick with her big soft ass has the complete opposite impact of what she intended. I groan with pleasure as she unintentionally grazes the head of my dick through my pants. I’m bulging with so much arousal that I can feel exactly what millimeter of my cock presses up against her through my clothes.

I rip the rest of her underwear away from her ass, prepared to take her from behind with her face pressed into my pillow. She gasps forcefully as my weight presses her hard into the bed. I won’t risk letting her get away before I get mine.

No fucking way.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Zayna

Ruger savagely parts my thighs, splattering my juices everywhere. I can’t think straight with his weight pressed on top of me. I can feel how hard he is. How hard he’s been this entire time. He never holds anything back. It’s the toxic excessive honesty that draws me to him. And his moods. And his body. He bites my shoulder to force a moan out of me. I keep fighting him. I can admit in the darkest part of my heart that I want him, but in Ruger’s bed, I can’t admit to him that I want a man who is such a savage person.

He wants every man who ever touched me dead. I know that he’s far too willing to pull the trigger and kill another human being. I thoroughly know the depths of his disturbed mind. I know every dark and fucked up thing about Ruger, but he still gets me wetter than any other man. My heart skips when he walks into a room. I know that even when he’s eighty-five years old, I’ll still find him handsome.

That scares me. Ruger kisses my neck and I moan even louder. This is how he gets inside my head and I fucking hate it. I try to kick him again, but this time, I don’t even convince myself that I want him to stop. I’m fucking powerless against his physical strength. That much is true. I convince myself that’sthe reason I part my thighs and why I don’t run when I feel him removing his dick from his pants.

A lump forms in my throat when Ruger’s big dick smacks against my ass. He is fully lost in his desires. I can’t stop him from peeling my cheeks apart. I shudder as I feel something warm and slightly wet pressing against my lips. Even before he thrusts forcefully, my entrance aches. My body remembers how much taking Ruger’s dick hurts like hell.

He holds my lower back and I get a dark thought pulsing through my head.Run.I try to squirm away, but it doesn’t work. Ruger impales me with a single stroke, painfully splitting me open with his giant dick as he slides every inch of his dick inside me. It’s possessive. Fucked up. He entered me like that just to hurt me.

Ruger groans passionately as he moves his hips to grind his dick inside me. I can’t fill my lungs with enough air. Black sparks against a white screen blank out my vision. Ruger drags me back into my twisted reality with another forceful bite on my shoulder.

“Your pussy feels so good,” he growls into my ear. Ruger’s passion hurts. I’m wet, but not wet enough for a dick that big. My moans could fool me completely. I sound like I’m purely enjoying Ruger’s dick splitting me open. With each gasp for breath, it becomes more true. He fucks me hard into the bed, knocking the headboard forcefully into the wall. He’s never done that before. Not in our bed. Not from behind.

He smacks my ass hard while he fucks me from behind. The heat between my legs spikes and spreads through me.I’m going to cum.I can’t believe it. I don’t want Ruger’s rage fuck to make me cum. He hits my ass harder. I cry out even louder than before because this motherfucker hit me hard enough to hurt me. But the slap pushes me closer. Even if I hate him for it.

“I can tell you’re gonna cum, baby,” he growls, pumping into me harder. Deeper. I don’t have control over my body anymore. It’s all his. All Ruger Blackwood’s. I moan loudly as his last deep thrust stimulates the deepest part of my pussy and I cum hard. I try to stifle my cries with the pillow, but I don’t haveanycontrol here.

I just have to let go. Euphoria spreads through me and for those blissful moments, I forget our big fight. I don’t think about anything at all. Ruger grabs my ass cheeks as he buries himself inside me with one last deep thrust and he empties himself inside me intentionally and slowly, like he was holding back to fill me up like this on purpose. He kisses my shoulder softly, soothing the bruised parts of my skin that he bit previously.

He keeps his dick inside me until every last drop of his cum coats my inner walls. We’re both covered in sweat and joined at the hips. His body feels so heavy, perfectly masculine, and his deep steady breathing makes me want to curl up in his arms. This is exactly the feeling I wanted to fight. He won’t give up on what he wants. He’s too stubborn. And I’ve done enough wrong in this world.

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