Page 24 of Striker

“Our pretty little Vixen thinks we’re going to hurt her,” he says, and I don’t know if he’s talking to me or himself. “Does that scare you?”

I tilt my hips, his dick hitting right at my clit, and he hisses. A smile curls my lip. “It seems to turnyouon. Does scaring women half your size get you all hot and bothered, big and badViper?”

He widens his legs, forcing my thighs open more. “I love lapping up fear pouring from pretty pink lips. And you like thefear, don’t you? If I were to slip my fingers inside your panties, I’d find you wet, wouldn’t I?”

I clamp my mouth shut as he grinds into me again, not wanting to give him the satisfaction that he’s right. I’m turned on and I hate myself right now.

Bending his elbows, he dips down closer. “You want me,” he whispers. “My cock shoved down your throat again, don’t you, little Vixen?”

I bite my lip, despising how my body responds so eagerly to him. “So like a man.” I smirk. “Always blaming the woman for your desire. You can’t even admit that you’d love to lick Breaker’s cum from my pussy again.”

His palm flattens to my cheek, turning my face to the side, pushing it into the mattress. His masked mouth presses to my jaw, his hot breath fanning over me thorough the thin material, making wet heat pool between my legs.

Shit, he’s fast.

“I have no problem admitting I’d love to fuck that pretty mouth again,” he rasps. “Love to eat your pink cunt, hear your sweet little cries. Taste Breaker and you on my tongue.”

His dick grinds into me, and I whimper, my hips tilting to meet him. It’s like I’ve lost all control over my body. It’s just doing what it wants. And it wants him.

“But you have to earn my cock,” he whispers. “You have to prove you can be trusted before we give you what your needy little pussy craves.”

His hand slides to my throat as he leans back on his heels. The feeling of his rough fingertips skimming over my hot flesh sends a fluttering through my entire body. He’s so much bigger than me he can still hold me by my neck and kneel between my legs. Viper’s gaze flickers down my body, his chest heaving, his hungry gaze stopping between my thighs spread open to where the dress has slid up, exposing my cotton underwear.

The intent is clear as his eyes slip up from between my legs to my face. My pussy throbs, wanting him to touch me as much as I don’t want him to. Viper slides the back of his fingers delicately along my inner thigh and I can’t help but shiver as my fingers and toes curl into the blankets. Other than the tremor moving through me, I don’t move. Not even when he rips the fabric of my underwear aside, tearing the thin cotton, exposing me to him. Not when he slides his thumb over my opening and groans at the slickness he finds there.

“Fuck,” he grates. When he does it again, my hips involuntarily lift from the mattress to meet his hand. His fingers around my throat tighten and push down, keeping my shoulders pinned to the bed. “What a good little slut you are, all flushed and wet.”

He lets the torn fabric go, fumbling with his belt. The metal buckleclinksas he undoes it, then pops the button of his pants. My heart hammers as he frees his himself. My mouth opens, but he releases my neck and shoves three fingers past my lips to grip my jaw. I gag as his fingers hit my throat, eyes watering.

His brutal grip sends sparks flying through my veins, my body lighting up at his familiar taste. Slightly salty. Clean. Masculine.

“You crave me and hate me,” he rasps, slipping his length over my pussy, using the silky head to rub my clit. My fingers grip the blankets, nails scraping the fabric. “Crave my cock and hate that you want me to fuck you.”

With his fingers in my mouth, I can’t tell him to stop, much less form words. When he slaps my clit with his dick, I don’t think I want him to. Viper shoves his fingers deeper and I choke on a gag. A tear slips from the corner of my eyes and pools in my ear. He slaps my clit with the head of his cock again and I moan around his fingers.

Vipers fingers slip from my mouth and he drags the wetness down to my throat, letting his fingers trail lightly over the hallow of my neck to the top of my breasts. “Look at how desperate you are. Your pussy is dripping for me to fuck you rough. Hard. Like I fucked your mouth.”

My breath heaves from my lungs when he slaps my clit again. My eyes dip to where our bodies slick over one another. The sight of his dick slipping over my clit and then slapping the flesh sends a shivering heat through my belly, my body arching to meet him of its own accord. “Fuck you.”

He shakes his head, making quiettskingsounds, his large hand slipping a slow, lazy stroke along his cock. “You wish I would. Fuck you. You crave it. Even as you scream and curse me, you want my cock deep inside you. I think you like that edge of desperation.”

Another slap of his length to my clit and a furious whimper escapes, my legs opening further.

“You want my cock in your ass, Breaker’s enormous dick in your pussy, stretching you until you think we may split you apart.”

“Maybe I want to watch your ass get taken,” I rasp. He slaps my pussy again and I curl into myself, hands fisted in the bedding as I clench my teeth to keep my moan trapped in my mouth.

“Filthy little thing, aren’t you?” he growls, his hand stroking hard as he slaps my clit again and again. Pleasure builds in my lower belly, and I want to rub myself against him, but I keep my hands at my sides, desperately clutching onto a sliver of sanity.

The muscles in his arm tighten under his tight shirt as he strokes himself, working up a steady rhythm, breaking it a few times to slap my clit with his dick, sending heat and confusion through me each time. I keep my legs open, watchinghim masturbate, gripping the bed and eating up the sight of this enormous man pleasuring himself over my throbbing pussy. Resisting the feral need to tilt my hips higher so he can slip into me.

My entire body screams for more, my pulse thundering in my ears. My jaw pops from trying to keep the desperate sounds in my mouth, but I fail and a few slip out, making his rough strokes and hard slaps come faster.

Soon he exhales roughly, and warmth his my clit. I clench my teeth as he groans, the familiar sound sending fiery sparks through my belly. Viper rubs his dick through his cum all over my pussy, throwing his head back as his orgasm fades.

He’s so fucking sexy, it’s infuriating. All thick muscles and broad chest heaving as his breathing slows. Strong hands I crave between my legs again. Beautiful eyes that fall back to my face, igniting like sparklers at whatever he sees in my expression. Even his black mask with the fanged skull is sexy as hell, making me want to sink my teeth into his jawline.

I remember the auburn stubble and how it felt rubbing into my skin. That’s the problem with this entire situation. I remember too much.

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