Page 40 of Vicious Hearts

“I know you think I’m an asshole,” he says, nipping my lip with his teeth, “and you’re right. But I swear this to you, Roxy—however muchyouregret it, I’llneverbe sorry for making you mine. You can never take it back. No matter how much you end up hating me, I’ll always be the man who owns your body.”

His hands find my pantyhose, and he groans in frustration. I yelp as he tears at them with his fingers, shredding the fine mesh. He thrusts his hand into my panties, his warm fingertip slipping between my folds.

“Such a tight little hole for me to bury my cock in,” he says, rubbing my wetness over my clit. My knees sag, and he wraps an arm around my waist. “I thought as much. So pretty, so lovely, but nasty as fuck when I give you what you want. Are you surprised to discover you’re such a needy fuck-doll?”

“No,” I say, pleasure melting in my core as he touches me. “I knew I’d be this way. But only for you.”

“I like that.” Ben yanks down my pantyhose, taking my underwear with them, and puts them on the arm of the couch. He sits, his legs spread, and strokes his cock as he talks.

“I’m gonna have to fuck you now,charodeyka. Turn and face away from me. Back up a little, and I’ll put you where I want you.”

I face the window, a faint cast of our reflections visible in the glass. His hands feel red-hot on my ass as he touches me. He takes my weight as I squat, the silky tip of him hot against my dripping pussy. I moan quietly as he lowers me onto his length.

He feels enormous from this angle. I don’t know if I’m still sore from the first time or whether he’s just hitting differently inside me, but he fills me so completely that I forget to breathe.

As my ass settles against his hips, he pulls me backward, so I’m lying against his chest. He shifts his thighs, tucking his knees between mine. As he spreads his legs, he takes mine with him, opening my pussy as wide as it’ll go.

“That’s what I fucking want,” Ben murmurs. He holds my neck with one hand, but gently this time, the warmth of his palm soothing the pain. His other hand steals down my body and between my legs, finding my clit again. “Ride me while I play with you.”

I move my hips tentatively, trying to find more room inside me, but it’s impossible. As I slide along his shaft, I can feel him everywhere—from the depths of my pussy to the tingling nerves at my entrance, everything is alive with sensation.

Ben’s fingers work my clit in an insistent rhythm, his breath hot and ragged in my ear. He’s muttering obscenities, veering from degrading to praising me and back again.

“Dirty little slut. Such a good girl. You’re doing so well taking all of me. Fucking filthy nasty girl. Only I know what your cunt needs. That’s it. Keep doing that. That’s mykrasivaya angel.”

Oh God, I love it when he speaks Russian to me.

He relinquishes his grip on my throat, his hand reaching for something. I realize he’s picked up my pantyhose and underwear. I howl with need as he takes his fingers off my clit.

“If you want to come, you’ll let me do what I want. Open your mouth.”

I close my eyes and do as I’m told, unsure of what to expect but willing to take it. Because it’s not a matter of wanting to come. Ineedto.

Wadded fabric is stuffed into my mouth by Ben’s long fingers. By the time I’ve registered that it’s my panties, he’s wrapping my mouth with the leg of my ruined pantyhose. He loops my head three times before holding it taut, my head dropping back against his collarbone. He kisses me over the gag.

“You look fucking amazing. Don’t worry. I won’t hurt youtoomuch. I just wanna hear your muffled moans as I rail you.” He releases the tension a little. “You wanna play?”

I manage a slight nod, and he grins, pulling the pantyhose tight again around my mouth. “Good. BecauseIwanna makeyoucome really damn hard, and I think this is the way to do it.”

He shifts his weight, moving us until we’re almost lying flat. I have no choice but to look up at the ceiling. Ben hooks his free arm under the crook of my knees and pulls them up toward my chest.

“Hold your legs up and wide,” he says, bumping his cock into me. “This is gonna be rough.”

He pulls out of me, hissing through his teeth before pushing back in hard. I cry out and grab my legs, keeping them in position as Ben’s hand slips over my smooth mound. He finds my clit again, pressing it as it pulsates against his fingertips.

His cock throbs against my sensitive inner walls as he slides in and out of me. He’s talking again, snarled words falling from his lips as he thrusts harder and faster.

“You’re all I want. All I need is your juicy pussy riding me. You’re a good girl. You want my come. I know you do, you nasty cock-hungry little slut. ”

He’s pushing me toward my climax with his words as much as his actions. My pussy clutches his cock as heat gathers in my core.

Ben feels the tension and gives a low groan. “Do you wanna come on my cock, pretty girl?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he rubs my clit firmly before slapping it with his fingertips, making me yelp into the gag. He alternates between slapping and stroking, my pussy spasming with each fresh sting. My eyes roll as the pain blends with the pleasure, intensifying it.

“Come for me,” he says. “Give me those pretty moans,charodeyka. No one will ever make you come but me, so let me hear you.”

Ben slams into me, and my pussy quivers, squirting as my orgasm wracks my body. He roars triumphantly and grabs my hip, holding me to him as he comes.

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