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“Do you know what we do to thieves?” “Kill them?” I say. The driver’s deep voice echoes through the SUV, feeling louder with my eyes closed. His words are silky smooth. “No. We take them along for the ride.”
“Tell me. You haven’t been shy about using your words so far, so tell me you want me to rip you in two.” “I want it,” she whispers. “Good girl.”
“Oh, wanderer, this is going to hurt,” I growl, “but you can handle me, can’t you?”
“Good fucking girl. Come for me. Come with my cock buried in your little pussy.” An orgasm rushes through her in a wave of pleasure that surrounds my dick. I tighten my grip on her hips to steady her core so I can fuck her through it. “I’m coming, sir,” she says through a fading moan, and it’s enough to bring me to the edge of release. “I’m going to fill you, and when I do, I’m going to keep my come inside you all night. Do you understand?” “Yes, sir,” she pants.
“I’m going to fill you, and when I do, I’m going to keep my come inside you all night. Do you understand?” “Yes, sir,” she pants.
“If you have any fantasies about running off the first chance you get, get them out of your head. I’m real overprotective of what belongs to me.” I turn her face and look into her eyes. She needs to understand the weight of what I say next. “For the remainder of this night, keep my cock inside you. And for the remainder of this trip, you and your pussy are mine.”
“I’ll always protect you, but you’ll have to accept me for the killer I am. The man who can make you feel so fucking good after causing the ultimate pain to someone else. Can you do that, wanderer?”
“Yeah, you don’t want me at all.” I push my fingers inside her. “You don’t like that I could kill you, but you love that I’m too fucking obsessed with you to do so.”
“You don’t like that I could kill you, but you love that I’m too fucking obsessed with you to do so.”
“You’re . . . fucking . . . evil.” She pants each word with every forward rock of her hips. I pull away, eliciting a frustrated growl from her. “And yet you ride my face like I’m a saint.”
God, I’m starting to like her, and I fucking hate that for me. My little thief. His wanderer. Whoever the fuck she is, she’s getting under my skin.
