Page 3 of Tastes Like Misery

“Dane,” I gasped as his fingers swiftly slid inside my lace panties and he plunged into my greedy pussy. I bit my lip to keep from crying out as he slid in and out, hitting all the right spots.

Pulling out, he held them up, glistening with my slick desire, and put them in his mouth, “Mmm, you taste so fucking good, Vivian.” I didn’t answer as he slid my panties down and pulled them over my heels. “Get up on that table.”

Automatically, I listened, needing to feel more of whatever he gave me. He was commanding, his words dirty, the kind of man I’d follow to my demise. The wood was cold on my bare ass, and excitement thrummed through me as he took me in with a hungry look in his eyes. “Spread for me,” he demanded, and I did, holding my still stockinged legs wide for him. “Such a pretty cunt you have. Show me how you’ll fuck yourself when you go home and think of me, all alone in that bed of yours.”

My hands flew to my center, circling my clit before pushing two fingers inside of myself as he watched with hooded eyes. He was the master of me, pulling my strings and telling me what to do. I fucking loved the way his darkened eyes locked onto my movements and his tongue ran across his bottom lip. My hips moved and my chest heaved as the effect I had on him heightened my desire.

I was so damn close, right on the edge and about to fall over into oblivion when he stopped me. Grabbing my hand, he pulled it from my ministrations and brought it to my mouth, slipping my own heat between my lips, “That’s right, taste your sweet cunt, Vivian.”

Shuddering at his words and his actions, I didn’t know how much more I could take. “Please, Dane,” I begged.

His deranged laugh echoed through the room before he grew serious, staring at me with an intensity that shot fear through me again, “Please what, Vivian? What do you want me to do to you?” I didn’t answer, my mind telling me to run but everything else telling me to stay, to tell him what my body wanted from him.

He stepped back, and I felt empty. Raising a brow, he stared at me, imploring me to answer. I wanted everything from him, and my jumbled mind couldn’t settle on just one answer. Averting my eyes, I tried to gather my wits. I wasn’t a scared little pearl clutcher. I was Vivian Parker, con woman extraordinaire, who never wavered in taking what I wanted. What was it about this man that caused me to question all that made me, me?

When I heard his zipper and his dark pants flashed by my field of vision, I met his eyes and saw something missing from what had been there before. The spark, the mischievous glint; they were both gone, and I didn’t like it at all. I wanted him to want me like before, and determination pushed away every single doubt I had.

Lifting my chin, I became myself again. Vivian, the hustler who made men beg me for more as I stole everything from them. Dane was nothing more than an itch that needed to be scratched, and I would use him for my needs. “I want you to fuck me, Dane. Make me scream. If you can,” I challenged him.

“Oh, baby girl, you are going to be screaming my name, begging me to never stop. I’m going to fuck that pretty pussy so hard you won’t be able to walk.” My body tingled with excitement at the sureness in his response, that devilish grin as he took my challenge.

Resting a hand on my knee, he pushed my legs open further as he guided his cock to my entrance, never taking those dark, penetrating eyes off mine. As it slid in, he groaned before driving into me, not even pausing to let me get used to his girth. I threw my head back and arched as he pinched my clit, continuing to slip in and out ever so slowly. I felt every inch of him, the sensation of being so full, something I never experienced before. “You’re so fucking wet for me. I love your sweet cunt wrapped around my dick,” his words sending more heat to the fire already burning inside of me.

“Shut up and fuck me harder,” I ordered, wanting to take back the control he’d stolen right from under me despite how riled up his dirty talk made me.

Leaning forward, he filled me up with every glorious inch, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck and devouring my mouth. Every nerve in my body came alive as he possessed me, my nipples so hard, scraping against his chest, and sending waves of hot, inescapable cravings for him to every part of my body. I needed him to consume me as much as I needed to devour him.

“Mmm, fuck me,” I moaned as I wrapped my legs around his waist and dug my heels into his ass, his chest rumbling with his approval.

It seemed we had a fight for control because he stopped and stared at me, his dark eyes boring into me. “Oh, Vivian, I think it’s you who needs to ride me. You do plan to take from me, after all. You can at least work for my valuables.”

I should have been offended, but he was right on one thing. I would take from him. “Are you insinuating I’m a whore?” my voice was sultry and filled with need.

“You’re my dirty little whore,” he grunted, punctuating it with a thrust that sent me spiraling. He lifted me from the table, cock still buried deep inside me, and carried me to the couch. “Don’t deny you don’t love it. Your wet cunt is dripping down my dick.”

I couldn’t, and didn’t try as he sat on the couch, and I settled on his lap. My clit grinding against his pelvis felt so fucking good, and I cried out as pleasure overtook me. Words flew from my mouth as I fucked him hard and fast, taking every bit from him. His mouth ravished me, sucking on my nipples, nipping at my skin, all the while using that dirty mouth of his to bring out the carnal desires I never knew I had.

The orgasm ripped through me as I moaned unintelligible words, my body spasming, gripping his cock with my walls. My vision danced with black spots and I lost all ability to control my muscles, slumping against him and breathing in his musky scent.

“Oh, I’m not done with you, baby girl,” he promised, standing and taking me with him to the bedroom. I didn’t have time to look at the surroundings as he threw me on the bed and twisted me onto my stomach. The bed dipped as he climbed on and pulled my ass up in the air, thrusting into me. “You’re going to cum for me all night long. You’re my little slut tonight, Vivian,” he punctuated with another thrust that hit the right spot, one that sent my needs soaring again.

All I could do was moan as he wrapped my hair around his fingers and pulled my head up, making me arch to give him better access. My greedy pussy took all of it and begged for more, my voice as if I were another person, begging him to keep fucking me and chanting his name as if he were a god. And he sure was in the bedroom, going and going as if he’d never tire of fucking me.

And when he came, animalistic in his sounds, I came right along with him, thrashing against the bed as my whole body reacted to every ounce of the pleasure he gave me. Dripping wet, I didn’t think I had anything left in me, but he found it, flipping me over and pistoning into my pussy as my nails dug into his back. Our bodies were drenched with sweat, sliding together as we fucked in every position imaginable until we both collapsed on the bed, completely spent.

The sun peeked over the horizon, and I didn’t have the energy to make my escape. Not that I could have with his thick arms wrapped around me, his cock still buried inside me. For the first time since I’d become the person I was, I didn’t give a fuck about the material goods. I was high on the multiple orgasms Dane had given me and I drifted off to sleep despite being with a dangerous man.

Chapter 3

Dane

I watched the little vixen sleep, completely unaffected by the monster she’d fallen asleep with. The faint snore and the little spot of drool on the pillow were endearing in some ways. If I were a better man, I’d stay. But I wasn’t a good man and never would be.

She still had the fucking wig on and I wanted to know what her hair really looked like underneath. This woman who was finally a match for me, one I didn’t break in bed, had me hesitate to leave. I had big plans for this state, and none of it could be done in this city. It was just a stopover on my way to meet my team.

I looked at my watch and saw how late I was to meet them, but I still didn’t want to move from the chair where I sat after my shower, still in my towel. My friend assured me he would have the room cleaned and there weren’t any guests arriving until the next day. She’d be fine to stay and sleep all day. He’d make sure she was gone before the maids came in, a perk of having some infamy from my time as a champion boxer. These Texans may be known for their love of football, but a hell of a lot of them loved the raw power of a fight. It wasn’t that anyone recognized me anymore, but I kept my contacts from my heyday, and they were more than willing to bend the rules for a man they knew could, and would, leave them beaten to a bloody pulp.

Sighing, I finally forced myself to get up. My crew was waiting for me and the job we had planned for months would not wait much longer. I hated the small towns with the backwoods people, but they were the perfect targets with no reliable internet for their security systems. Made it easy for my tech guy to get in and shut it all down.

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