Page 108 of Pretty Little Threats

I’ll never get over the fact that Dare wants me. “Beach. Then sex. Got it?” I give him a stern look.

“And then,” he murmurs, rubbing his nose against mine, “I’ll do something about your attitude.”

I push on his chest. “You do know that your pretty little threats don’t scare me anymore, right?”

With a wicked grin, Dare slides his hands under my sundress and cups my cunt. “Is that so?”

“Beach. Then sex.”

“I heard you,” he purrs, grinding his palm against my clit. “But you forgot I don’t take orders from you.” Shoving my panties aside, he thrusts two fingers into me, and I gasp and dig my nails into his back as my walls stretch around him. Dare chuckles and guides me until my ass hits the back of the couch. “You’re fucking drenched for me already, princess.”

Pressing my lips together, I try to stifle my moans, but then he strokes my G-spot. Pleasure ricocheting through me, I arch into the touch, breathing out a little sigh of relief.

His thumb finds my clit, coaxing my mouth to part, and when he presses both spots at the same time, resisting him is a lost cause. A throaty moan rolls out of me, and Dare’s answering smirk is enough to make me let him do whatever he wants.

Sliding his fingers out of me, he slips them into my mouth. I seal my lips around him and suck hard. He grunts and pinches my nipples. I gasp, a mistake he takes advantage of. One second I’m facing him, the next he spins me around, flipping my dress up and over my hips. My hands land on the smooth cushions, the low back of the couch supporting my hips at the right angle.

Dare smooths his palm over my ass before swatting it.

I glare at him over my shoulder.

He smacks my ass harder.

“Fuck,” I gasp, rocking back into him.

“That’s for telling me what to do.” He caresses my skin, then pulls his hand back, vicious delight sparkling in his eyes. “And this is for thinking you could get out of this house without my cum dripping from your pussy.” The pain of his skin cracking against mine steals my breath, but my walls clench, and I bite my cheeks to stiflethe delighted sound that’ll tell him how much I enjoy his brand of punishment.

He nudges my legs apart, yanking my thong far enough down my thighs that the material strains. The sound of his zipper being drawn down fills the air, and my entire body tightens, anticipating.

Waiting for that glorious cock.

Wanting.

“Look at my wife,” he coos, parting my ass with his hand and lining up the head of his cock with my pussy. “So obedient.”

“Fuck you,” I growl, but it’s half-hearted.

His dark chuckle is chased by a deep thrust that forces a raspingyesssssout of my mouth. “You’re not so tough when you’re impaled on my cock, huh, princess?” Before I can answer, he grips my hips and pounds into me so hard, I can feel the reverberations through my entire body.

Grasping the cushions, I tilt my hips to give him better access.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs.

I glance back to find him watching himself move in and out of me. Slowly, his eyes lift to meet mine, and one corner of his mouth quirks and my pulse flutters. He brings his hand to his mouth and sucks on his thumb, soaking it in saliva before spreading my cheeks and edging his thumb toward my tight hole.

My walls flutter around his thick length, desperate to keep him forever. His cock slams in and out of me, so hard, I can’t catch my breath, and then, gaze on mine, he pushes his thumb into my ass. The sudden added pressure startles a cry out of me and my muscles contract.

“Fuuuuck,” he groans.

He’s not the only one at the mercy of our bodies.

“You’re not so tough when I’m squeezing you, huh, beast?” I tease.

Growling, he grasps my hair and pulls, forcing me to stare up at the ceiling as he takes me for all I have. He pumps his thumb in time with his hips, fucking both my holes and holding me in place until all I can do is beg for release. Dare’s shaft stretches and fills me. His thumb adds delicious pressure. My inability to do anything but let him fuck me, the traces of vulnerability that come with being at his mercy, quickens my pulse.

The trembling starts in my legs, rattles up my spine and down my arms until I practically collapse against the couch. Warmth spreads from my middle, filling my entire body with blissful nirvana. Dare tugs on my hair again, outlining the pleasure with touches of pain that have me moaning and begging to come. He slams into me, once, twice, three times, his cock beating against my G-spot until every muscle tightens and stars burst across my vision.

We both cry out, his orgasm chasing mine, the burst of hot cum igniting another flame of pleasure that licks up my spine and heats my cheeks. Dare sheathes himself deep inside of me, spreading his cum over every inch of me, massaging it into my cunt until he collapses against me, forehead resting on my shoulders as he pants.

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