Page 33 of Don't You Pucking Dare

"You fucking slut."

I feel her swallow. "I’m not afraid of you. You think you’re God’s gift to earth because you have good looks, talent, and money, but you’re nothing. You’re just a big-headed, sad, insecure, thoughtless little boy with mommy issues that feels like he needs to prove himself in order to be worthy."

I squeeze tighter on her neck, wishing she would shut the fuck up. "And you’re fucking cynical and goddamn sick for being so fucking turned on at the sight of me, Lola. Get your ass on thebed." I force her in that direction and she goes flying. "And open your fucking legs for me, Duchess."

"Make me."

"You sick fucking bitch." I lunge for her, and she doesn’t flinch. I grab her, tearing off her shirt, realizing that she’s fucking psychotic. This bitch is still in her lingerie. She’s fucking taunting me. She wants me to fuck her. Now I’m not so sure I will. The precum at the tip of my dick screams otherwise.

"I bet you’re a lazy fuck," she says, so I turn her over and spank her ass. Finally, the bitch flinches under my palm, and I finally feel like we’re getting somewhere.

Kiah stirs from that sound, so we pause for a second.

I lean in and whisper, "I bet you’re so fucking stretched from being a slut, aren’t you, Duchess?" I grab her hair, my fist full as I let her feel my hard cock on her leg. "You’re not fucking any of my roommates. Or my teammates. Because I’ve been watching you, Lola. You’re calling my bluff, testing your fucking limits, wondering how far you can push me. Well, you have another thing coming, baby. And my dick is so fucking hard just thinking about it."

"Just fuck me already."

I laugh in her ear, pressing my hard dick against her ass. This is a lot more fun than I knew possible. I grab her mouth, pressing my thumb over her tongue. "I will fuck this pretty mouth first. I’ll make you take back those words you just spoke to me. I’m not a sad and insecure little boy with mommy issues that needs to prove himself, baby, I’m just fucking psychotic. And if you want to play, we can play."

I grab her jaw and kiss her mouth, twisting her neck as far as it can twist while I press my hard dick against her ass crack. Her pussy is probably aching and throbbing, and I need to save that for later. Right now, I’m fucking her mouth as punishment for speaking those words.

"Get on your fucking knees," I whisper.

"No," she challenges me, pushing her ass flesh against me. I smack it. She flinches, so I grab her face and squeeze.

"Get on your fucking knees right now."

She does as she’s told, dropping to her knees on the floor below me. God, do I love to see her submit. I rub my thumb over her lips and revel at my beautiful view. She doesn’t waste a second. Her fingers are undoing my jeans button and zipper. My dick has never been harder. As sick as this is, she can’t deny that she wants me. We’re past the point of finger fucking now, aren’t we? Her eyes stay locked on mine as she pulls my dick from my boxers and starts pumping it. The moment her soft hands touch my cock, I’m on the verge of pure ecstasy.

She bites her bottom lip, looking at my dick and then back up at me. I run my fingers through her hair, getting ready to fuck those words down her throat. But then fear flickers in her eyes, and I don’t think she’s ever done this before.

"You should be scared, Duchess," I murmur. "I’m about to fuck your mouth with no mercy. Open up."

She licks her lips. "Why can’t you just fuck me?"

I smile. "Because this is much much better, baby. You have a bad bad fucking mouth that’s saying things it shouldn’t be saying."

"So, you’ll fuck my pussy after it’s been with your whole team? You’ll only fuck me after I’ve been a bad girl?"

Hell, she has a point. I lean down and kiss her lips. "You’re not fucking anybody but me, Duchess. Do you understand?"

She stares at my dick, so I force her eyes to mine.

"I own you, Duchess. This fucking mouth, these tits, that ass, and this throbbing pussy." I slide my hand down between her legs and watch as she sucks in an exotic breath as I press against her clit. "Belongs to me and only me. If you keep sayingdirty things, I’ll have no choice but to fuck your mouth every day until it stops. Do you understand?"

She kisses me in response, and it’s not like our last kisses. This time she’s needy, aching, wanting more. I kiss her back, hungry and desperate to fuck these lips. The wetness of her mouth is like a spark.

I pull back. "Open that fucking mouth now."

She’s reluctant, but I shove my dick into her mouth anyway. Her teeth graze my cock. The slicing feeling makes my dick harder. Tears pool into her eyes because I waste no time reaching her throat. It takes her breath away, and she starts to gag. I shove my dick further into her as her throat makes gargling noises. The sounds make my dick tickle.

"Fuck, this is my newest obsession, Duchess. Watching you choke on my dick. I get to fuck this pretty face, baby." I pull her hair to the side as she tries to push me off. I chuckle, keeping her head there and then I finally let her catch her breath.

"You fucking asshole!" she says, keeping me at arm’s length.

"Duchess, baby. I know you love it. Get back here."

She coughs. "I need a fucking second!"

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