Page 30 of Piper's Pyro

She obeyed like a good little biker princess. “Like this, Pyro?” She bent her legs and let them fall open to the sides. She must not have a modest bone in her beautiful body. She was fucking perfection.

There was only one problem. “Don’t call me Pyro. It’s Russell.”

She pouted. “Pyro sounds more dangerous than Russell.”

“If danger is what you seek, Pyro and Russell are one and the same.” I tugged my jeans down, and my steel cock sprang out.

“Ooh, he’s excited to see me.” She fingered her pussy, covering her digit with her juices. She moved her body forcefully, desperate to come, desperate for me.

“He’s not excited. He’s angry.”

“Why’s he angry?” She arched her back and teased me with her tight nipples.

“Because he wanted you hours ago.”

“You make it sound like you don’t want me.” She casually finger fucked herself. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

“I don’t want to want you. I despise how you make me feel. Hate how addictive you are.” I pumped my cock and scanned the room for lube but didn’t see any. “My teeth hurt. My hands ache. My skin burns. I hate it, and I hate you.”

“Shh. You don’t hate me. Now stop talking and fuck me already.”

All night I’d imagined what I’d do to her if she let me into her room. I had wanted to start by eating her out and fucking her ass with my finger, then hammer my cock into her pussy, abusing it like never before. I’d make her come a dozen times and cry for mercy.

But now, with her glistening pussy lips staring me in the face, I couldn’t resist being balls deep inside her. I flew at her, smashing my mouth to hers and driving my cock in as far as it would go.

“Oh my God,” she gasped like I’d knocked the air out of her lungs.

“I said call me Russell.” I fucked her hard and fast. I gave her no tenderness or mercy because she was a badass biker princess who desired a dominant man. Soft and sweet didn’t turn her on. She was more like me than I had realized, sans being an addict.

She laughed as she dug her nails into my shoulders. “You don’t like being called God? How about rock god?”

“Neither.” I pounded into her and lowered my head to her tit. I took that little berry into my mouth and sucked my heart out.

“Oh, yes!” She squeezed my cock forcefully, then released it. Squeezed. Released.

“What the fuck are you doing down there?” I asked with her nipple between my teeth.

“Kegels.” She squeezed and released my dick again.

Whatever. It felt good so I wouldn’t question her.

One of her hands cupped my ass, and the other traveled between my crack. “Do you like ass play?”

The very question turned me on. “Yes.”

Her fingertip searched for my hole. She circled around it teasingly, and when she was ready, she pushed into it.

“Fuck, that feels incredible.” But the truth was, it was all her. Not only her finger playing with my asshole. Piper was everything I never knew I wanted.

“Russell… Oh, Russell… I’m close.”

So was I.

I sealed my lips to hers and reached my hand between us to stimulate her clit. A bit of painful pinching would give her an explosive orgasm.

She bit my bottom lip when I abused her.

“Told you I hated you, Princess. Next time, think twice about inviting me to use your pussy.”

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