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“He’s not going to come back.” The man let out a raspy chuckle, low and lacking humor. “You must not know him very well, then.” “I fucked the guy. I’d say I know him a hell of a lot better than you.” His hand darted up, grabbing my chin between his fingers. “You let some questionable men inside that pussy of yours. Not a good look.”
“Oh, don’t get off your knees for me, Darlin’. I quite liked you down there.”
“Excuse me?” The man was crazy if he thought I’d be at his mercy that easily. “You heard what I said.” His gaze darkened as a sort of hunger crept into those midnight eyes. “I’ll only tell you my name if you’re a good little slut and beg for it.” My eyes were practically slits as I mentally threw daggers at him. He was an asshole, the biggest prick I’d ever met, and yet, a part of me wanted to be on my knees before him,
“I’d be careful mouthing off while you’re on your knees before me. Never know what I’ll fill this little mouth with to make you shut up.” I kept my jaw set, determined not to let his words get to me. Though it seemed they had the opposite effect of offending me as heat pooled in my core. “Maybe I should fuck that stubborn little tongue clean, huh?” He leaned closer, his voice lowering. “Does that make you wet, Darlin’?”
“You can do anything to me,” I said, finding my voice. He arched a thick brow. “That’s a big answer.” Stubbornly, I simply glared back. If he thought I couldn’t take whatever he doled out, he highly underestimated me. “You don’t think I can take it?” He straightened, keeping my chin in between his fingers. “Maybe. But even with your confidence, you need to pick a safe word.” “Who says you don’t need one, too?”
The bulge in his jeans was massive as it pressed up against the dark denim. Rather than using my hand, I stuck my tongue out, trailing it up the fabric. He stared down at me, our eyes locked as heat flickered in his gaze. Once I hit the top of the zipper, the tip of my tongue flicking past the button, I said, “Please tell me your name.” He stared at me, likely judging if he should give in that easily, but of course, he was making me work for it. “Tongue out, Darlin’.”
Then, when I’d gone up to my room, I’d tested his name on my lips and came again just to the memory of his eyes alone.
He was trailing a spur along my bare skin. He brought the rowel down, the spiked edges coasting over my nipple. A small moan escaped my lips, and he brought it back over the peaked bud. “You like that, don’t you, dirty little slut?”
“Please don’t stop.” His other hand gripped my breast even harder. “You’re fucking begging for it, Darlin’. That’s a dangerous thing.”
you?” I hummed my response, perking my ass higher. “I’m on birth control.” His hand gripped my waist, fingers digging into my skin. Then, he glided his rough palm along my ass, sliding a finger past my hole over my underwear to slide the material aside, sinking the digit into my soaking pussy. “Fuck, Brynne,” he hissed. “You fucking love this.”
“You want to come, Darlin’?” A whimper passed my lips before I said, “Yes. Please.” He dropped one of my arms, keeping his grip tight on the other. “Rub your clit for me. I want to feel you choke my cock when you come.”
“Spit on it,”
“I want you scared when I fuck this tight little pussy.”
“Such a dirty fucking slut. You love when I use you, don’t you?”
“Just like that, little slut. Grip my cock while I choke that pretty little neck of yours.”
“The only one you need to be afraid of in this world is me, Brynne. Anyone else, and I won’t hesitate to kill them.” He brought his face closer to mine. “I own that part of you.”
Peeking in my room, I found it empty, which boiled my blood the slightest bit. I hadn’t demanded she move into my space, or told her that was where she’d be staying until this was over, but knowing she was in her temporary room pissed me off.
through the room along with her yelp. “I don’t know if that was hard enough,” she challenged, her voice slightly muffled with the blanket as she rocked her hips back again. My cock fucking surged with her words. Bringing my hand back, I spanked her again, harder this time, and my handprint instantly painted her cheek. “Just like that, Nightmare,” she managed to get out, her voice full of breath.
“Fuck, Brynne,” I hissed. She was so fucking naughty.
“You like when I fuck you like my dirty little slut, don’t you? Like it when I fill this needy pussy to the brim.” “Yes, Nightmare,”
“Please let me suck your cock, Booker.” His fingers tightened on my chin before his thumb rubbed my skin. “That what you want, Darlin’? To choke on my cock?”
“Taste how sweet you are, Darlin’. How good you taste when you want nothing other than me to fill you. Fuck you. Please you.”
Wearing such a revealing outfit wasn’t the smartest thing to do in the northern Idaho fall weather,
She’d been so willing to take us at the same time, so eager to let us have our way with her. And the sight of her afterward—in my sweatshirt, with my cum still deep inside her pussy—made me absolutely awestruck.
I rubbed at a callus on my hand, inspecting it like it hadn’t been there for the last thirty or so years. “See, that’s the problem, Lance. You’re playing a part in being a bad guy.” I looked up again, meeting his gaze. “But I’m not acting.” I moved a hand to my shirt as if I was simply rubbing an itch. “I am the fucking villain.” In one swift motion, the pistol was in my hand, and I was taking aim at Lance.
