Page 89 of Vicious Hearts

"See?" he says. "The best lube in the world comes from you choking on my cock."

He pushes his fingers into my mouth and down my throat. I gag, and he takes his wet hand away, wiping the spit on my ass again as I cough.

He's so nasty. But this is who he is, whoweare. Fantasizing about him warped my expectations to the point that Ineededhim to use me this way. The innocent virgin I once was is gone forever.

Ben is jerking off, his slick cock inches from my face. Suddenly, he moves, using both hands to maneuver me until I'm on my back. He pushes my legs up until my knees are by my ears, pinning them with his forearm. I shudder as his other hand roams between my legs.

"You're dripping for me," he says, parting my pussy lips. He brushes my clit before sliding his fingers through my slit, pulling my wetness into the crack of my ass. "You want me in your asshole? Eyes on me and beg for it like a good slut. I know you can do it."

I open my mouth to speak, but his look of him stops me in my tracks.

His body is tense, his muscles pumped and shining with perspiration. He looks into my eyes as he touches me, biting his lip when I gasp. Despite his words, he doesn't have the control he thinks he has. He's desperate to fuck my ass, and as much as I'm losing my mind, I wanna make him suffer a little. Didn't he say he wanted to earn my forgiveness?

"I'm not begging you," I say. I give a sweet smile. "So either you fuck me anyway, or you don't."

Ben narrows his eyes and leans down until his face is inches from mine. He stops touching my ass and leans against my thighs, his cock nudging my asshole, and puts both his hands around my neck.

I'm pinned, unable to move my body, but my arms are free. I reach for his wrists, trying to release his grip, but it's impossible. He squeezes harder in response.

"I wouldn't,charodeyka." His voice is soft, in contrast to what he's doing to me. I squeak ineffectually as he slides his slippery cock against my well-lubed asshole. "Your body is begging me even if you won't say it. But you will. We have the rest of our lives."

This should be terrifying. Itis. But it's so hot. He has absolute control over me, and it feels incredible to trust him enough that I can enjoy it.

He lets go of my throat with one hand, maintaining the tension with the other. He slaps my cheek hard.

"I've been waiting for the right time to get you back for hitting me," he says.

My lips move, but I can't get the words out.

"Oh, are you finally ready to beg?" He releases his grip just enough for me to speak. "Good girl."

"Fuck you, you deviant," I whisper. "I should have hit you harder."

Ben frowns, but then I smile. He smirks devilishly.

"Do it. Come on."

I deliver a ringing slap to his face, the sound splitting the air. His head whips to the side, and he laughs, flexing his jaw.

"How many of those do you think I deserve?" he asks.

My pulse hammers against Ben's palm, and he pushes his thumb against the artery. Gripping the base of his cock, he works the tip over my asshole, nudging it open. I give a strangled gasp as his girth stretches me.

"There could never be too many," I moan. "You're a bad guy."

"Yeah, I am," he says. "I'myourbad guy. You're my good girl. Match made in fucking heaven."

I can't respond, not with Ben's hardness stimulating new nerves for the first time. His hips meet my buttocks, and he's buried to the hilt. I wrap an arm around each of my legs, holding them in place.

"That's it, baby. You're taking me so well. Stay like that. I'll do the rest."

I can't do anythingbuttake it. His hand is still insistently gripping my tender neck, holding me down. His other hand is between my legs again, his thumb finding my sensitive clit. I grit my teeth as he pulls out slowly, my eyes rolling as he plunges back inside. He's got me so slippery that it doesn't hurt much, but the feeling of pressure is overwhelming. I didn't know it would feel so good.

Ben growls as he thrusts into my asshole. "So tight," he murmurs, his fingers tightening on my throat. "You've no idea how often I thought about fucking your fine ass."

I desperately want release, but I don't dare tell him. I roll my hips, trying to get him to push down harder on my clit, and he understands immediately.

"Oh, does my little slut want to come?" He slows his movements, almost pulling out of me, and I glare at him. "I'll allow it, but only if you ask me nicely." He releases my neck and puts his hands on the back of my thighs, holding them in place. "Come on, beautiful girl. Give me what I want, and I'll fuck your asshole until you scream."

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