Page 87 of That Girl is Trouble

“That’s my good girl,” he praises as he slides his belt between my legs.

I quiver when the cool leather grazes against my clit, and I push into it, my dripping pussy demanding friction.

But Axe pulls away and, with a deep chuckle, says, “Four more.”

The next two come down harder, and I dig my forehead against the wood of the table, my hands gripping the edge, my skin begging for reprieve, my pussy begging to be fucked.

Two more.

I wait for the pain, but instead, I hear the sound of a zipper. Axe grips my hip and slots his cock at my entrance. He teases it at my hole, stretching me, pushing in slowly and then pulling out, not giving me what I want, what I fucking need. And then he slams inside me so quickly I let a loud moan escape.

He pauses. “That was a noise, Kitty.”

“I—but I didn’t know you were gonna do that,” I say quickly. “I didn’t—”

Slap.

Another blow to my burning ass cheek. At the same time, he fucks his cock deeper, and I let out a grunt. He sighs, pulling my attention to him. Behind me, he’s pulling off his T-shirt. A shirtless Axel Donovan. My favourite thing. The muscles in his abdomen tighten as he leans over me and flattens his palm on the table.

“Bite on this,” he says gruffly as he shoves his T-shirt into my mouth. “No sounds, Kat. Not even when I fuck you. Nod if you understand.”

Obeying, I give him a quick nod. He immediately slams into me again, and this time I swallow the cry stuck in my throat. But he quickens his pace, thrusting into me harder and deeper and slapping the belt down sharply on my other cheek three more times. He’s doing it on purpose. Fucking me like a goddamn punishment. Waiting for me to tell him I can’t take anymore. Waiting for another noise.

I don’t make a fucking sound.

The last two hurt the most, but I stay silent. I keep the sob I’m dying to release buried deep in the T-shirt clamped between my teeth. Tears streak down my cheeks, and my body quakes as I recover from the pain radiating over my ass and thighs. Now what I need are his hands. His lips. I need hard muscles and his skin flush with mine.

And also. I really need to come.

Axe slows his movements and settles on top of me. With my back tight to his bare chest, he steadies an arm under me, palm resting on my heart, his other hand working its way between my legs.

“You did so well, Kitty,” he murmurs in my ear. He lays a soft kiss on my neck and squeezes me tighter. “Now be a good girl and come on this cock for me.”

He circles my clit with his fingers, and I stifle my moan by biting down harder on his T-shirt. He brings me closer to that edge, his body moving to this slow, torturous tempo that’s got heat building deeper and deeper in my belly.

“Fuck,” he rasps, slowing even more. “I need you to come. Right now.” His fingers quicken, his circling becoming more intense until I’m right there. His body starts to shake, as if he’s about to blow inside me and he’s trying really hard not to.

And maybe that’s exactly what’s happening. The thought of his cum dripping out of me all night is ridiculously hot. And in this moment, I want that. In this moment, I want Axe Donovan to claim my pussy. Fuck me and fill me up and make me his.

A tingle shoots down to my toes as I come. All that noise that’s been threatening to escape finally pours from my mouth and into the shirt still jammed between my teeth. His grip on me is near suffocating, his breath laboured, his grunts louder. He’s not stopping, and I don’t want him to.

He swears loudly and pulls out. The sudden distance between us is like a bucket of ice water on my skin. Carefully, I pull his T-shirt from my mouth and push up to face him. I’ve never seen this man look so… unhinged. Eyes full of heat, chest bouncing erratically, muscles tight. His jeans are undone and half pulled down his ass, his dick hard, upright, and glistening.

Tilting my head, I study his cock that’s taken on an almost purplish hue. “You need to come, Axe?” I can’t hold back a smile.

The look he gives is pure fucking desperation. Another one of those rare Axel Donovan looks that I want to lock away and keep safe forever. Softness. Vulnerability. Need. Want. Desperation. I love seeing it. That little crack. The moment he loses his control.

“What I need, Kitty, is for you to get on your knees.”

At his command, I drop to the hard floor, my pants still down and hugging tight to my thighs. Axe weaves his fingers into my hair and fists his cock, then rubs it over my lips, smearing my cherry gloss over my skin.

“Clean me up,” he says, eyes hooded as he stares down at me. His whole body jerks the moment my tongue makes contact.

When I start to lick and suck the remnants of my climax from his skin, he loosens his hold a fraction, closes his eyes, and dips his head back.

I take him deep into my throat, and his grip on me tightens again, holding me there, his cock cutting off my ability to breathe. He presses me down harder, making my eyes water, but I take it, just like I took his belt.

He takes control of my movements, bobbing my head back and forth until he’s fucking my throat hard and rough, eliciting a cacophony of gagging and choking sounds from my mouth.

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