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“Then I’m a creep.”
I must be a creep too—or at least out of my mind—because I’m seriously considering offering an even trade. We can both get naked and dress in front of each other. Hell, ...
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“The only marks that should be on a woman are those made in a moment of pleasure. Did you like it when he wrapped his hand around your throat?”
“Then he doesn’t fucking deserve you.” He grips my hand and pulls my ring from my finger. Instead of pocketing it or throwing it across the room, he slides it past his lips and swallows.
“Did you really just do that? You couldn’t toss it away like a normal person?” “I’m the farthest ...
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“Tell me about this shit-bag fiancé of yours,” I say.
“Odd thing to talk about when you’ve got your hard dick pressed into my ass, but okay.
“How old are you, wanderer?” I ask. “Twenty-four.” She’s so fucking young. “I’m forty-six. Old enough to be your damn father.” She scoffs. “My daddy doesn’t look like you, sir.”
Pushed forward by the sass on her tongue, the word “sir” rolls past her sweet lips and travels straight to my dick. People have called me that while begging for their lives, but it never had any effect on me. When she says it, all hope of behaving goes out the window.
“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.”
“I’m coming, sir,”
“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?”
“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.” I
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.
