Page 26 of Dangerous Vengeance

His hand comes down on my ass again as he thrusts deep inside me. He doesn't stop, doesn't let me catch my breath. He just keeps pounding into me.

"You're going to come for me, aren't you?" he asks.

I nod, because I can't speak. I just want him to make me come. I want to feel good, and I want to remember this, the feel of him inside me, the heat, the pleasure.

His hand lands on my skin again, and I cry out. It hurts and it stings, but I don't want him to stop. It's too much and it's not enough. He pulls out of me, and I feel empty. I can't talk so I moan softly, urging him to put his cock back inside me, but he walks away. I lie across the table listening to him move about. Light pours from the fridge when he opens it, and he pulls out a beer. Now? Why?

"Mmm," I groan, touching my own clit lightly. He has to come back, has to fuck me. So, imagine my shock when he returns with an ice cold beer bottle in hand. I straighten and he is there, running the bottle across my thigh.

"Bend over," he says gruffly. I stand facing him.

"What? Why?" I try to protest but he shoves the bottle between my legs. It startles me and I jerk. It's cold.

"You're going to take your punishment now."

"Don't you want to fuck me?" I ask, but I don't mean it like a question, because the answer is obvious.

"Yes," he says. "But not like this."

The bottle slides over my pussy and between my lips. I open up for him, and he pushes it inside. The cold makes me gasp and he curls a thumb against my clit. It's cold and I wriggle and moan. I love it. It's thick and I'm so wet it slides in and out of me easily.

"Do you like it when I fuck you with my cock?" I nod, because I do. "I want you to fuck yourself with the bottle, and I want you to come."

"What? No—"

My protest is met with a smack. He backhands me and my neck whips to the side, then he guides my hand to the bottle. "Now," he says, forcing me to grab the bottle. I grasp it firmly and he bends, hooking his hands behind my knees. He lifts and I'm tipped backwards, sprawled out on that damn cold metal table. The bottle feels incredible though, so I can't complain.

"Fuck yourself," he says. I spread my legs wider, holding onto the bottle. "I am." I push the bottle in and out of me. It makes the most obscene sounds as it rubs against my pussy. He pushes my thighs apart and leans forward. "What are you doing?"

"What do you think?" He spits into his hand, and I feel his fingers on my pussy, touching my clit. I fuck myself harder, moaning as he begins to massage me. He strokes his dick too and all I can do is writhe under his touch.

I'm so close. He leans down and kisses me, his tongue pushing into my mouth. I kiss him back, hard, pulling his hair. He reaches up with one hand and twists my nipple. I cry out into his mouth, and he kisses me harder. His fingers are rough and fast on my clit, and I can feel myself clenching around the bottle. Oh God, I'm going to come.

My body jerks, twitches, and tenses as orgasm crashes into me. It's never been more incredible, until he smacks his hand hard across my ass. The jolt of pain mixes with the waves of pleasure and I beg him, "Again... do it again." And he does. He spanks me again and my orgasm intensifies. I'm arching my back and gripping that bottle so tight my knuckles hurt. I come all over his fingers, groaning his name and pushing my head back against the table.

Matty pulls his fingers out of my pussy, then lifts me up until I'm sitting on the edge of the table. He kisses me again, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I wrap my arms around him, and he guides his cock into me. I'm still coming, and he feels huge, like a fucking baseball bat. I moan into his mouth as he starts to fuck me.

"Fuck me, Matty," I tell him. "Fuck me hard."

"Shut up," he says, but he fucks me harder, slamming into me. His skin slaps against mine, and he grabs my breasts. I'm still coming, waves of pleasure crashing over me. He kisses me hard, and I feel his fingers digging into my hips with each thrust.

"I want you to come," I say. "Come all over me."

He pulls out of me, and I don't know what I've done wrong. But then he grabs my shoulders and turns me around, pushing me down so I'm bent in half. He slams back into me, and I moan. It's so good. I can feel him touching my cervix and I push back against him, holding onto the table for support. He's fucking me so hard I'm worried the table will tip over. I push my ass up higher and growls in response.

"Shit, oh shit," I grunt, feeling another orgasm building. His dick hits all the right spots, and when I hear the jingle of his belt buckle, it sends a shiver of anticipation down my spin. "Oh shit, oh shit," I pant, grabbing the table as it shakes.

Matty reaches around and grabs my tit. He pinches my nipple and I shriek. It hurts, but it's the good kind of pain. I'm so close to coming. He whips my ass—hard—and I let out a cry, pushing back against him. "Oh God! Oh God, I'm going to fucking come!" I shout.

"Good," he says, thrusting harder.

I feel him swell inside me. I can barely breathe. He fucks me like a jackhammer, and I come again. It's like nothing I've ever felt before. He whips my ass again and I lose control of my body. I'm coming and crying and groaning all at once, and I feel myself explode, juices dripping from my body. The sensations are so intense I lose control of my bladder and all I can do is lie here as it happens.

I clench and grit my teeth, but it doesn’t help. Piss streams down the insides of my thighs and I whimper as he growls. Then I feel his hot release fill me. It drains down my thighs too and I am spent. He pulls out and I turn over, falling to the floor. I'm shaking as he grabs my hand and helps me up. I'm covered in his come and my fluids, and I can't even bring myself to care. He kisses me gently and I bask in his affection.

"Don't ever lie to me," he says, and I nod. I'm so tired. I can't even think.

"I won't," I promise.

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