Page 87 of Bad for You

He tightens his hold on my throat, his frustrations at breaking point. And I like it.

“She’s a leader. And she isn’t afraid whose feelings she hurts to get what she wants. I admire her.”

I know what my words are doing to Lenny, which is why I have chosen them. The angrier he gets…the harder it is to breathe.

“Admire her?” he scoffs angrily. “I pity you both, then.”

“Save your pity for someone who gives a fuck what you think.”

Lenny tongues his cheek before exhaling heavily.

It seems our war is about to start early.

With his hand still tight around my throat, he uses the other to quickly unfasten the button on my jean shorts. I don’t insult either of us by pretending to fight against something we both want.

He shoves his hand into my underwear, finding me wet as he slides two fingers into my pussy. I moan the moment he starts fingering me because I want this.

I want him.

I’m lightheaded from what his deft fingers are doing as well as the fact that he is siphoning off my air supply. He is violating me brutally, yet I want more.

“You can’t live without me,” he cockily states, and even though he’s right, I would never admit it. “We are joined, and that’ll never change.”

“You think because you can get me off, I’m going to be a pathetic groupie,” I wheeze, leaning back, relishing his hard body pressed to mine. “Yes, sir. No, sir. Three bags full, sir. Fuck you, Lenny. I don’t need you.”

He snarls like a rabid dog, punishing me hungrily as he inserts another finger, stretching me wide.

“Your pussy begs to differ, sweetheart.”

“Shh, it’s hard to pretend you’re someone else when you talk.”

He releases my throat, and the much-needed gasp of air I take is in vain because I’m robbed of breath when he tears the strapless top from my body and begins kneading my breasts. With his fingers in my pussy, he rubs his thumb over my nipple, heightening everything tenfold.

He is everywhere, yet it’s still not enough.

I shimmy my shorts down my legs and kick them off. Next, I want the underwear off too, but Lenny tsks me.

“We’re done. Happy birthday.” He removes his fingers and stops touching me, and I swear to God I want to die.

He turns to leave, but hell no.

I yank on his arm and spin him around to face me, slapping his cheek.

We’re both breathless, the air between us electric, threatening to shock us both.

He clenches his jaw. “Do that again. I dare you.”

I do one better, and I punch him in the face, splitting his lip open.

He touches his mouth, the back of his hand coming away with blood. A smirk slowly spreads across those luscious lips.

I win…

He grabs the back of my neck and forces me to my knees, frantically unfastening his jeans. When his cock springs free, he shoves it into my eager mouth. I gag when it hits the back of my throat. I try to pull away, but he won’t let me. He continues to force himself down my throat, fucking my mouth.

He never lets go of the back of my head as he continues to mouth fuck me. I’m so turned on, every part of my body feels like it’s on fire. I relax my throat and take him as far as I can. Spit drips from the corners of my mouth because Lenny’s cock is huge.

He uses my mouth how he pleases. I’m his fuck doll, and he’s mine because the minute he lets me go, I’m going to ride him until he fucking breaks.

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