Page 55 of Slay Ride

I brace myself as he enters me, expecting him to just barrel inside me without any care, but he’s surprisingly gentle. A little too gentle, actually. The piercing in the head of his cock brushes in and out of me, but he isn’t really going for it like I thought he would.

Then I learn why.

We’re still in the foreplay stage.

He climbs up my body, positioning his knees just below my armpits. He grips the headboard to steady himself, then lowershis dick toward my mouth. “Open up. Let me fuck your pretty face.”

Looking up at him, I part my lips and guard my teeth as he enters my mouth. Tears spring to my eyes almost immediately as he pushes his cock to the back of my throat and holds it there.

At least it tastes like peppermint.

I hold off a gag for as long as I can, but my body eventually retches and tries to force the massive object from my throat.

Bennett swipes the tears from my cheeks and looks down into my eyes. “That’s it, kitten. Choke on me. I want you to gag. I want your tears.”

Once again, Bennett is introducing me to things I’ve always thought were gross and now am second-guessing. I’m not quite ready to scream out and say,Hurt me, daddy, but I’m close.

“Can I take you now?” he asks, his voice a gravelly whisper as he shallowly thrusts to the back of my throat. “Can I use your body selfishly? Can I fuck you with only my pleasure in mind?”

He pulls his cock from my throat to allow me the air to answer.

And like the horny bitch I am, I say yes to all of it.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Bennett

The moment my cock slid onto her tongue, I knew I was in trouble. I almost came right then. All my grand plans of skull-fucking the shit out of her went right out the window.

I don’t want to be known as a two-pump chump. In certain circles, I’m known for my stamina, and I can’t have this temptress running back to New York with tales of my failure. But something about this girl puts my balls into overdrive.

“Turn over and raise that ass in the air,” I say. Watching her tits bouncing around as I rail her won’t exactly help me with my problem. If she’s facing away from me, I can close my eyes and think of other shit without offending her.

She rolls over and stuffs a few pillows under her stomach before looking at me over her shoulder. “Don’t go easy on me,” she says. “Fuck me like you hate me, Bennett.”

“That won’t be hard to do,” I say as I get behind her and wrap her hair around my tightening fist. “I do hate you.”

I snatch back her head, and her spine arches beautifully. Her slender fingers curl around the sheets, gripping, tearing, rending them as sweet pain sizzles through her scalp. With my free hand, I aim my cock at her glistening entrance and force my way inside.

“How are you so fuckingtight?” I ask through gritted teeth.

She sucks in a breath as I push forward, stretching her around my girth. Her hand whips to the side, and she grabs another pillow from the other side of the bed, which she takes between her teeth. Then she backs into me, taking the last few inches without my assistance.

I’m in trouble.

Her hips bounce as she rocks on my cock, trying to chase the pleasure I can’t give her without coming too quickly. I knew being inside her would be amazing, but I didn’t anticipate or appreciate the full effect of her body. All of it.

She releases the pillow from her mouth and peers at me over her shoulder. “Little help?”

I snatch her hair, turning her face toward the headboard again. If she wants me to fuck the shit out of her, so be it.

After transferring my grip from her body to the headboard, I push inside her and bring a whimper from her throat. But I don’t stop. I don’t ask if she’s okay or if she needs me to be gentle. She asked that I fuck her like I hate her, so that’s what she’s going to get for a total of fifteen seconds.

I close my eyes—the visuals are too much—and plow into her with every ounce of hatred I can muster. Each time I ram my hips forward and curl them slightly, I’m rewarded with a muffled scream. I can’t tell if she’s crying out in pleasure or pain, and I don’t care anymore.

But those sounds are another problem entirely. Each whimper squeezes my cock to the beat of her spasming pussy walls. Not even visions of a naked Grim can chase away myorgasm now. I release the headboard and grip her hips, pulling her ass against me as I fill her.

“Are you coming inside me?” she squeals in a whisper. “Bennett! What the fuck?”

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