Page 50 of Sweet Misery

She fumbled, getting it unbuttoned to reveal my tatted body to her. Her green eyes danced over the designs, her movements slowing.

“Don’t stop,” I warned.

She moved a little faster again. I smirked up at her and grabbed my bottle of scotch and took a deep drink while she continued her work on my dick.

“Here.” I offered her the bottle.

She slowed once more and stared at it for a moment.

“Take it,” I said, wondering if she would.

I didn’t have to wonder for long. She snatched it from me and drank down a big slurp, pulling a face as she swallowed. I chuckled, loving every moment of it. I took the bottle from her and placed it on the side table and ran my hands up her torso, peeling her t-shirt away as I went. In moments, she was bare before me.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I murmured, drinking her in.

A pretty flush crept onto her face and across her breasts. I ran my hands up and cradle them, relishing in how perfect they were.

At least our father had finally done something right by giving us her.

She reached out and pushed my shirt off my body. I smirked at her bravery, the move turning me on even more. Women weren’t ever bold with me. They knew I was a monster.

It was when she reached out and grabbed the scotch again and drizzled it on my chest that I blinked rapidly. Her lips met my skin, lapping at the alcohol before she latched onto my throat, sucking hard and marking me.

I groaned, unable to control myself any longer.

I got to my feet, my dick still impaling her tight cunt, and took her straight to my bed. She lost the bottle along the way, it crashing to the floor and sloshing out.

Giving a shit wasn’t within me as I laid her on my sheets and rutted wildly into her body. She writhed and flailed beneath me, moaning as I marked her right back and bucking against my cock.

She cried out as she came, soaking me completely. I groaned, relishing in the slick. With ease, I pulled free from her and rolled her onto her stomach before shoving back inside her. Shesquealed, and I fisted her wild dark hair, tangling my fingers in the mess as I fucked into her body.

She shoved against my cock, and I let my head fall back, allowing her to fuck me just as much as I fucked her.

I’d never fucked anyone like it before in my life. All the women I’d ever been with had fought me to stop me or just laid there, making me do all the work.

Her pussy spasmed and tightened on my cock, milking me again as she came hard. I groaned, unable to control myself any longer and came right along with her. I filled her little pussy to the brim, marveling as it seeped out around my cock as I slowed my movements.

We both collapsed, breathing hard.

I kissed her shoulder, taking in the purple and red bite marks the twins had left on her.

I chuckled at that. They were wild. Not wanting them to outdo me, I sank my teeth into her shoulder right next to one of their marks.

She screamed, writhing beneath me, the taste of the blood in my mouth from breaking her skin. Her feet kicked, and her ass shifted back so she was pushing my still hard cock deep inside her. I gave her a deep, rough thrust, her cries turning into a soft moan.

“Oh, you are fucking dirty, aren’t you, my pretty little daffodil?” I kissed the wound I’d left, her blood still tainting my tongue. She hadn’t bled much, but it was enough to make me ravenous and know I wasn’t going to be done with her anytime soon.

She whimpered as I rutted deeply and slowly into her body. She trembled beneath the onslaught.

I wanted to be closer to her.

I pulled out amid her soft protest and rolled her onto her back. I positioned myself between her legs again and shoved inside, relishing in the look of pure bliss on her face.

Being rough wasn’t what I wanted in that moment. I fucked her slowly, staring down at her, my throat tight.

I had no fucking idea what it was about or why I was doing it. I wasn’t this guy. But with her? In this moment? I wanted to make her want to stay.

She was different than the other women. I didn’t know how or why, just that she was.

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