Page 67 of Vicious Little Princess

A snarl escaped me as it went on and on, taking me higher and higher.

Nico pulled out of me, then went to rip me off the counter, but I reacted faster and took him down to the ground.

I pounced on him, straddling his lap, then slammed myself down onto his cock.

“Fuck!” he roared.

Digging my nails into his shoulders, I rode him like a wild thing, lost to it all, just completely fucking consumed.

He patted my cheek and I opened instinctively, wherein he then shoved the cucumber in, pounding it down my throat, essentially fucking my face with it.

So fucking dirty.

So completely fucked-up.

And it only made me ride him harder.

I slapped and pinched his nipples, dug my nails deep into his pecs, then raked them down his abs, and through it all, his snarls and growls infused me, that and him brutalizing my mouth with the cucumber just urging me on, dragging me deeper into the dementedness of it all.

He suddenly pulled the cucumber from my mouth, then dragged it over my breasts.

And then he was lifting me off him and getting to his feet.

When he held his hand out to me, I batted it away, then shrieked and lunged at him, driving him into the wall.

He snagged me around the hips and hauled me up, and I fought him, kicking and biting and scratching like the wild thing he’d brought out in me—that we’d brought out in each other.

The next thing I knew, we were stumbling out down the corridor and slamming each other back and forth into the walls near the stairs.

He shoved me up against one wall by the back of my head, then thrust inside me, taking me deep, and I fucked back against him as he roughly grabbed my pussy in a burning grip.

I broke his hold, and he grunted as his dick was forced out of me, only to grab me and basically toss me up the stairs. I’d barely landed on my back when he was there, pouncing on me, his body covering mine. He dragged his cock through my dripping folds, his dangerous gaze burning into mine.

“No,” he snarled. “Need to fuck you like an animal.”

In the next second, he pushed off me and as I went to adjust my position, he had me squealing as he snagged my ankle and pulled me back down the stairs a moment before he pounced on me, covering my back.

He thrust back inside me and I clawed at the stairs for purchase as his thrusts became animalistic in mere seconds.

“Fuck!” I cried through the delicious brutality, both of his cock slamming inside me and the stairs bruising my skin with his every thrust.

“Too much?” he challenged, all breathy at my ear.

He pulled out, flipped me around so I was on my back, then grabbed my thigh and slammed back in deep, making me scream.

“Never,” I gasped.

Our eyes locked, all that intensity flaming between us.

“So fucking perfect,” he rumbled. “Not giving you up. Fucking ever.”

He kept saying that over and over as he fucked me, wrapping his hand around my throat to hold me steady to him, to connect with me on a primal, inescapable level.

Pleasure crashed into me, taking me over again and again until I couldn’t see straight.

And we still kept going.

“What are you doing?”

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