Page 94 of Bad for You

I’m so hooked on her, regardless of what my aloof actions may convey.

I’m so fucking in love with her and will do anything for her.

I would die for her, which is very probable in our world. I want to choke her most days, but I wouldn’t change her in any way because her tenacity and strength to stand up for what she believes in make me love her all the more.

The moment we met was fated in the stars and sealed with a bloodstained kiss.

I watch the way she surrenders to me, the only time she ever does. But I know this is a war she doesn’t mind losing because it’s one we both win.

“Kiss me,” she whispers, her body bending to my will.

I slam my mouth over hers, and we kiss like this is the last day on earth. And in some ways, it may be because a new future awaits.

She moans into my mouth as I fuck her mouth and pussy with a hunger I only ever feel when with Valentina. With two fingers inside her hot pussy, I slide a third finger around to her ass and gently rub over it.

She gasps into my mouth but doesn’t shy away.

“Every inch of you is mine,” I state against her lips because this isn’t up for discussion. “You were mine from the very moment we met. Say it.”

This is the only time she’s happy to concede.

“I’m yours, Lennon. Always and forever. No matter what.”

No matter what? Why does that sound as though there is finality to her tone?

She kisses me longingly, lowering her guard.

Her body is lax. Her breathless whimpers filled with desire. With two fingers still inside her, I rub over her clit and watch with utter craving as she comes to my touch. She doesn’t closeher eyes. She looks into mine, allowing me to see a vulnerability that is so beautiful.

“I want you inside me.”

She tugs at my belt and unfastens my jeans. My cock is hard. Her wish is my command.

Spinning her around, I lift her skirt and admire her glorious ass. There is only one response to seeing something of utter perfection.

I slap it.

She moans, arching her back, offering it to me.

So I smack it again, harder this time.

And again.

Her ass cheeks are pink, remnants of my handprint lingering on her supple flesh.

Gripping her hips, I enter her pussy swiftly, and the moment I hit deep, I don’t move, allowing her to feel every inch of me.

She feels like a hot, wet kiss on my cock. I need to fuck her, and I need it to be rough. She wiggles that ass, an invitation to give in to my desires and gorge myself until I’m stuffed full.

There is nothing gentle about this, and the louder she moans, the harder I fuck. Her hands are splayed against the wall, using it as support because I do not give her a reprieve. Using her hips as leverage, I bounce her back onto my cock, engrossed in the way her ass looks as I’m fucking her into a legless stupor.

She spreads her legs, taking me deeper.

Bending down, I bite her neck, wanting to tear her apart.

I watch as she blindly feels her way toward a shelf, and when she produces a flick knife, I only fuck her harder.

She passes me the knife behind her back.

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