Page 87 of Pretend
“Pretend, remember? You want to keep pretending because one night with me wasn’t enough for a slut like you?” I degrade her. “You want to pretend? Pretend this Valentine.” I grab her, hooking my fingers in her shirt, and pull it down until the thin fabric tears. Her beautiful tan skin glistens with a thin layer of sweat, her breasts bounce underneath her bra, and my mouth waters for her brown nude nipples that are slightly exposed over her green bra. I push the bra down more until her luscious tits fall over the velvet cups. They’re perfectly pointed, just begging to get sucked on and bit.
She moans out a sensual gasp as I expose her, making my dick jerk in response. I want more of those sounds. I need more. Fuck, her moans are a heavenly tune I want on a continuous loop. But only because of me.
“Hell, yes, I want to pretend.” She opens her mouth wider, sticking out her tongue. She obeys my command and opens wide. I smirk, and a scoff of satisfaction leaves my lips.
I grab the beer from earlier, take a quick swig, and spit in her mouth. It touches the back of her tongue that runs over her bottom lip. I close her jaw rough, and she swallows.
“You’re gonna have to pretend like you’re safe with me because I’m about to fuck you like I want to kill the both of us. Just remember you wanted this, and I never quit.”
ALESSIA
I honestly don’t know this version of me, but I’m not complaining. Daegan loosens his grip on my jaw and lets me take off his belt. I pull it through every loop until it’s out and on the floor. I’m desperate to taste him, craving to please him like a fool after all this built-up tension.
He sits next to me on the black hawk, his hips touching mine. The side of his scarred face by mine.
When I pull his pants down, I’m met with black boxers, and that’s when it hits me. Finally, the intimidation of being with another man catches up to me. I hesitate, and the doubts of being able to pleasure him rack in my brain, making my confidence fall to an all-time low.
“Mr. Hannibal…I’ve only been with one man, and?—”
“Sh, baby girl, I know I’m not your first, but I will be your last.” He caresses my cheek and leans in. A soft side of him exposes for a split second, and I take advantage. I lean in for a kiss, but he pulls back, leaving my lips unaccompanied and begging for his.
“I’m not a nice man, and lucky for you, I’m still mad.”
He reaches for his neck and tugs off his dog tags. They break off, and then he holds them in front of me. I watch them dangle and collide with each other.
“Listen up, baby girl. Every time you taunt me, this is what will happen.” He holds up his finger. “I’m going to wrap these around your neck while you have my cock so deep down your throat that you can’t breathe. Every time you try and sneak in a breath, I’m going to pull on it.”
Oh fuck, he wasn’t kidding.
He grins sadistically, and I swallow nervously.
What have I done?
He’s scaring me, but I want him.
And I want him bad.
He wraps the chain around my neck twice and holds my head close.
He pushes his fingers inside my underwear, and his hands immediately go to work on my clit in treacherous, devastatingly good circles, working my body so good and precise, like he’s a professional at making women go feral for him. I moan, closing my eyes because I feel so ashamed for doing this, and out of all places, in a parked helicopter.
If we get caught…my lord, if we get caught...
I don’t want to think of the consequences and overthink. I just want to get lost in something and someone that will very well be my undoing if I let myself.
“This little cunt of yours wants to get filled?” Daegan’s beautiful, deep, dark voice entraps me more, dragging me down in his dark bliss.
“Yes,” I breathe sensually. He withdraws his hand and fingers, my pussy already missing him. I pull down his boxers, and I expose a pierced, long and thick, massive cock.
I’ve never been with a man this size before, never mind a pierced one!
What am I supposed to do with that?It’s going to break me just by looking at it.
He smirks happily and snakes his rough hand into my hair. With his other hand, he tilts my chin, so I look at him, wide-eyed and curious. This man is so handsome—the hottest man I’ve everknown.
“Eyes on me, baby. I want to see them roll back.” He slaps my face and chin with his hand hard but not hard enough to hurt me. My eyes widen with self-realization that the man is ruthless.
Slap kink?Unlocked.
