Page 88 of Devil's Bargain

“Don’t lie to me!” I growl as I flip her over and sink into her from behind. I wrap my fingers around her throat, bending her neck back.

She moans, so I release her and clamp my hand over her mouth again.

“Are you going to let me do this to you again?”

She arches her ass in the air like a cat in heat.

I slide my fingers around the back of her neck and slam into her so hard that the bed rocks against the wall. This feels so wrong, but the sickest thing is that it turns me on. I can’t see Maddie’s face now. It’s buried in the pillow, which makes this all the fucking better. In my head, I’m fucking April. What is this sick fascination I have with her?

“Oh god, please! Harder!” Maddie moans.

I fist her hair, pulling her head away from the pillow as my hips pump and sweat drips off my brow.

Her face is scrunched up in pain, but she still eggs me on with her moans and whimpers. If she likes this is anybody’s guess, but I’ll take it.

April flashes through my mind again. The bruises on her face and neck. To inflict marks like that, I would have to be a lot fucking rougher than I am now. Maddie would run for the hills if I tried, but my cock still twitches inside her at the thought of it. No harm in poking the hornets’ nest, though. “What else will you let me do?” I growl in her ear, fucking her nice and slow now.

She likes this better. I can tell by how she purses her lips and clutches the sheet. “Anything, Rick!”

I laugh, and my body shakes from the force. It’s fucking ridiculous. “No, you wouldn’t!”

“I would!”

I tighten my grip on her hair until she cringes. “Yeah?”

She moans theatrically, so I flip her over, plant my knees by the sides of her waist and jerk my dick over her tits. The only other time I’ve behaved like this was that one night with Dallas and Emily.

She squishes her boobs together. It’s starting to remind me of a bad porno but fuck it, I come all over her brand new cage bra. Strings of cum seep beneath the straps and drip off her creamy skin while she writhes on the bed as though she gets pleasure from me jerking off on her. It’s bullshit, and we both know it.

She leans up on her elbows and gives me her most sultry smile. “Did you like your surprise?”

I eye the mascara streaks and her smeared lipstick before flicking my gaze down to the cum on her tits. She makes no move to clean herself up.

The walls are closing in. I tuck my dick away and get off the bed. “This can never happen again!”

“Oh, babe.” She smiles, stroking her manicured fingers through the cum. “I’ll let you slap me harder next time. You’ll come running!”

My throat bobs. She’s a cunning snake, a viper hidden in the tall grass. “What else will you let me do?” What can I say? My curiosity wins out over common sense.

She sucks my cum off her finger. “Anything.”

The darkness inside me responds to the shit she’s selling, and like a junky, I climb back on the bed, approaching her like a stalking lion. “Such as?”

She shrugs, eyeing me with a glint in her eye. She scoops up more cum and trails her tongue up the length of her finger. “Tell me what you want.”

I don’t know what I want. This new desire in me is as mysterious and unchartered as the dark depths of the Mariana Trench.

She fists my t-shirt and pulls me to her, our lips hovering inches apart. “You can dowhateveryou want, Rick.”

My dick twitches in my pants. “Were your tears fake earlier?”

She smiles against my lips. “I guess you’ll never know.”

I’ve been duped. I know I have, but when she flips me over on my back and snakes her hand inside my jeans, fisting my hardening dick, I don’t even fucking care! I watch her tits strain as she strokes my cock. “I’m not your boyfriend.” I feel like I need to put that out there. Again.

She takes my dick out and looks up at me as she leans down to lick the throbbing length. “I know, babe.”

“Do you?”

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