Page 52 of Enraged

“Did I fuckin’ ask?”

Okay, I gotta little firecracker on my hands.

I pushed her face down on the bed, gripping her hips for dear life. My balls slapped against her clit with every thrust inside her.

“Damn, Dak, I thought you enjoyed playin’ with fire.” She giggled. “Fuck me harder.”

Oh, she’s one of those that like to be thrown through the wall.

Pulling out, I grabbed her waist violently, hauling her to her knees. By the throat I held her, her mouth inches from my glistening cock.

“Taste what I did to you since you wanna be cute.” I shoved myself between her lips, pausing only a fraction when I felt my sensitive head hit her tonsils. She gagged but didn’t stop, only grabbed my hips to take me deeper.

“Fuck, Lena, you’re so damn good with your mouth,” I croaked.

She pulled me closer as she bobbed on my cock, digging her wedding nails into my ass cheeks so deep that she had to have drawn blood.

The rubber band on my restraint snapped.

Twisting her hair into a makeshift ponytail, I punished her throat, fucking it as if I’d never get another chance.

You probably won’t.

Her eyes watered from the thickness, and she started to choke.

“You’re taking me like such a good girl,” I managed. “So deep in your fuckin’ throat.”

She tilted her head back, the angle giving me the best access to her gag reflexes. Hearing her choke was so fucking sexy, it was damn near pushing me over the edge.

I don’t want to finish like this.

Hating every goddamn second of it, I withdrew from her mouth. She pouted, her swollen lips fixed in a frown. I grinned and flopped on my back next to her.

“Ride my cock.”

My good girl straddled me, guiding me back inside her juicy opening. She buried herself to the hilt, my overly sensitive head pressing against her cervix.

“So deep,” she groaned, rolling her hips to accommodate my size. “You’re stretching me wide open.”

I stayed still, allowing her to adjust without pain. She started bouncing her ass, strategically grinding her clit against my skin. I closed my eyes and let her ride, relishing the feeling of her wrapped around me. Without warning, she stopped.

“I want to turn around.”

Without waiting for my acceptance, she spun around on my dick, her ass now resting against my waist. Rubbing her clit furiously, she rocked, and she bounced, the double sensation too much for her body to endure.

“I’m cumming! Fuck! I’m cumming!”

Reaching under her thighs, I lifted her legs, beating up her pussy as if it deserved it. With my arm under her thigh, I held her around her waist, forcing her to take her punishment. I fucked her hard and I fucked her good, her voice echoing my name off the walls. My legs started to tremble, and she knew I was close, her throaty moans nearly taking me all the way.

“Cum on my tongue, Dakota.”

Chill out, girl, before I fuckin’ propose.

She climbed off in a huff, leaving her juices behind, the evidence too much to ignore.

She gets so fuckin’ wet.

Kneeling on the floor in front of the bed, she stared at me with innocent eyes. I struggled to my knees, wobbling, as her small palm latched around my throbbing cock. Deep throating me with ease, she used me to massage her tonsils, gagging as if were her favorite thing to do.

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