Page 53 of Bully

I didn’t need the proof, I already knew it was.

Fate wrote the connection between our souls long before we ever met.

It would be the very thing I fought at every turn simply because once I gave into it, I’d be lost and I’d bring her down with me when it all ended. It would end, eventually.

All good things did.

“Or maybe it’s just better.” I countered, taking the opportunity to thrust up into her when she lifted herself fractionally and her tits swayed from the violence in it. “The infatuation runs in both directions, Rainbow.”

“Again.” She breathed, staring at me as she held herself up. “Hard.”

“Gladly.” I winked and did it again, making her eyes roll as I found the pace and rhythm she sought after. I could do it all day long, slamming up into her body as her tits jiggled and her lips parted in pleasurable cries while she held me down like she was in control. Whatever my pretty little Rainbow needed.

She was in control; I was on bottom with my arms pinned behind my head, yet I fucked her like we both knew who belonged to who.

Right now, she was mine. And I was going to take care of whatever she needed. With each plea and demand that fell from her pretty kissed lips, she told me exactly what those needs were.

It was the first time I fucked her while staring at her beautiful face, and now that I had seen the color of ecstasy kiss her skin as she orgasmed, I’d never take her any other way. She was magical, and entrancing, I could stare at her all day long as she came on my dick.

Or my face.

Even as she dug her nails into my wrists, branding me, I ached to taste her orgasm on my tongue again. But I knew my pretty little Rainbow would behead me if I tried to take my dick away from her right now, even if I was simply trying to trade it for my tongue.

So, I gave her everything she demanded from me, watching her lose control and come over and over again. Until I couldn’t hold back any longer either.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” She gasped, staring down at me through hooded eyes as she rocked against my pubic bone. “I should make you come in the condom, since I know you hate it so much.”

Glaring up at her. “I have nothing against coming into a condom.” I uttered, and slammed up into her, “I just prefer to see it on your skin.”

“How about my tongue?” She ran the tip of her tongue over her top teeth and then released my arms and scurried off my lap to her knees again. “Come on my tongue,Mr. Duke.”

Pulling the condom off and tossing it to the side, Sloane sucked my cock deep into her mouth and I rested my chin on my chest and watched the show. God, it felt bloody amazing and if she wanted to swallow my come, I wasn’t going to tell her no.

Within no time, I was there, fighting the urge to blow and wanting the experience to never end. Pleasure won out.

“That’s it, Rainbow. Make me come.” I feathered my fingers into her hair and held her head as she worked her mouth up and down me until I was lost to the sensation altogether. She sucked me down, never once letting my orgasm deter her until I was melted in the chair, and she sat triumphantly at my feet.

“Good boy.” She purred, licking her lips with a smug shimmy. “I knew you could be a good little submissive for me.”

I snorted and shot forward, wrapping my hand around her throat and leaned over her as she laid her hands on my thighs for leverage. “Careful baby, I don’t fully submit to anyone. Ever. But if you play your cards right, I might let you pretend I do from time to time.”

“Tamen.” She whispered, running her hands down my thighs with wide eyes. At first, I didn’t catch on to the sudden shift in the emotions clouding her bright amber eyes. And then I felt it.

Her fingers.

On my scars.

“Are these—” She stammered, pulling her neck back out of my hold to look at the texture of my skin under the black out tattoos I used years ago to cover my weakness. Tears muddied the shimmer of her irises as she shook her head in confusion. “Cutting scars?”

“No.” I stood up in a flash, pushing her backward so I could walk around her.

Gone was the euphoria I had been feeling from my orgasm.

Gone was the excitement I had been feeling from being close to her.

Gone was the comfort I had been feeling in her presence from letting my guard down and relaxing around her.

I forgot; no one was safe.

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