Page 135 of Wicked Sin

She whimpers, but repeats the magic words. “You don’t know what I want.”

I shove her down onto the bed, my hand big between her shoulder blades. My fingers probe between her thighs.

She’s fucking soaked again.

“I know you want me to take this pussy,” I snarl.

“My cunt is off-limits,” she bites out, twisting beneath me.Follow my lead. Use it if I use it.

“Your cunt ismine.” I pinch her where I spanked her earlier, and she yelps. “You’re desperate for it, aren’t you? You can’t get enough of my big cock. That’s why you made me cookies.”

“I was just being nice,” she whispers.

“You are nice. Such a nice girl. With such a nice pussy. All wet and ready for me.” I stroke my cock through her folds, bumping against her clit and then all the way up to her perineum. Touching every bit of her sex without giving her what we both want.

I want her frustrated and worked up. I want her to howl when I finally shove my big, fat cock in her sweet hole.

I want her to beg to be violated by the mean, mean man with the dirty, dirty words.

Me.

I want her to beg me.

“No,” she pants. “Stop.”

Time to check in again. “You don’t want me to stop.”

“If you aren’t going to stop, then just fuck me already,” she hisses.

There’s my wildcat. I laugh, full of power and lust for her. “You have to ask nicer than that. Or maybe I’ll take you here.”

While I stroke her asshole with my thumb, I grab the lube with my other hand and squeeze a bit out onto my middle finger.

“Oh God, oh God,” she pants as I stretch her out. First the middle finger, then I add the index. She takes them both faster than I thought.

My knuckles brush her pussy lips and come away soaked.

“Beg me, Taylor. Ask me to fuck your pussy instead of taking your ass.”

She moans like a wounded animal and pushes her hips higher in the air.

Fine with me. I slide on protection and add more lube on top of the condom. If she wants me to take her ass in the middle of the night, who the fuck am I to argue?

Even with the stretching, she’s tight from the first push. I go slow as molasses, sinking into her inch by inch. Her hands claw at the sheets, her words a depraved song of wonder and mystery. “Oh, no, yes, God, stop, no, don’t stop, Luke, fuck, owwwww, ahhhhh, ohhhh….”

“You’re okay,” I whisper as I finally sink my hips firmly against her bottom.

She squirms under me. “No I’m not,” she pants. “You’re mean.”

My cock flexes inside her ass.

Fucking right I am.

“And you love it. Your clit must be throbbing right now. I’ll let you rub it and get yourself off while I use your sweet bottom. How does that sound?”

She whimpers and shoves her hand in front of her, between her body and the mattress, and she cries out when she touches herself. I feel it from the inside out. The start of her orgasm already, a trembling right along the edge of pleasure and pain.

I move my hips, pulling out halfway, then slowly thrusting back into her heat. She feels amazing. “I’m going to come inside you,” I growl. “You make me so fucking hot. I can’t help myself.”

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