Page 39 of I See Red

“Eyes on me, little flame,” I command. Tangling my fingers in her hair, I help her stroke that sweet fucking mouth up and down, sucking in all she left behind. The head of it bottoming out at the back of her throat as I savagely force her to suck faster. The sounds intoxicate me.

“Such a good fucking little flame,” I growl.

Grabbing my hardened cock with my other hand, I begin stroking it softly, watching her be the fucking epitome of ‘degrade me’. Fuck, she’s a masterpiece. My orgasm coming to the cusp, I yank her by the hair from the shifter, saliva dripping from the corners of her lips, her mouth still in the perfect ‘O’ shape as if the shifter is still there.

“Such a good fucking girl, waiting silently for your next command.”

Drinking in her stare, my head tilts, taunting her as she waits.

“Are we going to speak of a cock other than this one in my presence ever again?”

I jerk her head, forcing her to look at my fucking dick.

“No,” she breathlessly whispers.

“No, we are fucking not,” I bite, shaking her head back and forth by her hair, ensuring her body registers my words. Releasing my grasp aggressively, I latch onto her nipple, pullingher into me, the sting forcing a gasp from her as I clean her face with my tongue.

“Such a good little flame, you are,” rolls off my tongue into her mouth before releasing my hold on her. Exiting the car completely, she heads back towards the front of it; reaching down, she grabs her jacket, and it is then I realize she is trying to fucking leave.

What the fuck?She really thinks she’s leaving after all that? Before my dick gets its sweet pussy? Yeah, okay, little flame, cute, real fucking cute.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I bite, exiting the car, latching my belt, my strides gaining on her.

“I have a meeting to get to; enjoy the car,” she sarcastically taunts, her hand waving upward, dismissing me as if I am a fly in the air, a fucking nuisance. Her steps are not subsiding in the slightest. Her strength remains equal and unreactive with each step.

Mi puto turno.

My fucking turn.

Gaining on her, I grasp her wrist, whipping her around; she gasps with force as her chest crashes into mine.

“Nice fucking try, little flame. My fucking turn,” I growl, my eyes dark, reminding her just exactly who the fuck I am.

“I have a meeting, Tayden,” her words indicating her desire to leave, her body telling me a completely different story.She fucking wants more.

“I have a certain bone to pick,’’ I bite, pointing in the direction of the car.

“You—hood of the carnow, and don’t make me ask twice.” My words laced with the promise of punishment if she dares to disobey me. We always have loved the game of cat and mouse. After twenty years, I’m done asking; she just fucking got a taste of it. It’s time she gets a second.

“And if I don’t?” She squares up to me.

“Fuck this game.” Grabbing her by the waist, I flip her over my shoulder, landing a firm punishing smack on her ass.

“Bad little flame,” I chastize her, a laugh escaping her as she dangles over me, her heels hanging in the air. Dropping her in front of the hood, my hand reaches up, brushing the hair from her jawline. My lips close in the distance as If I am about to taste her, refraining at the last second.She hasn’t earned it. Flipping her around, I spin her in the opposite direction, slamming her face down on the hood of my million-dollar car she paid for, her tits now one with the metal.

“Don’t fucking move, don’tevenspeak,” I growl.

Taking my right foot, I scoop hers out from inside her ankle, spreading her legs, before doing the same to the other, bringing her to the desired height I need to penetrate her effortlessly. Undoing my belt, I lay it off to the side, unbuttoning my pants, giving my cock the freedom it has been begging me for.

Fuck that feels so good.

My left hand on the small of her back, I shove into her perfect little wet pussy without warning. Her body recoils, her ass curving into my hips, begging for me to enter her deeper. I know her pussy is so tired and sensitive. I use it to my advantage, going slow and hard, creating the most friction, her walls swelling around me. I continue the same pressure and rate fucking her over and over with a desire to hit deeper with each stroke, her moans the melody of my soul.

“I told you not a fucking word,” I bite.

“I didn’t say anything.” She giggles.

Her playfulness pissing me off. I grasp onto my belt laid off to the side. Doubling it up, I whip it around her neck, latching onto it with my left hand. The leather flush with her skin as I tighten my grip, pulling her head back into me. Her throat, my leverage as my cock keeps her lower half pinned against the car,my hands forcing her back to arch away from me, the belting keeping her pretty little head right in view, creating just enough pressure on her neck to hold her in place, keeping my little flame inaudible.

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