Page 8 of Bad Man

This is so different than the first time. While I’m caged in by his body like I was in the kitchen, I don’t think I could get away from him if I tried – not that I want to get away. I’m not sure what changed between then and now, but now it’s like something primal and animalistic has been unleashed.

I claw at his back, doing everything I can to anchor myself as he relentlessly drives his member into me. With each of his thrusts, he hits my g-spot and brushes my cervix. I am insane with pleasure, like my body is being played like an instrument.

The depth of his devotion to me is evident. As he fucks me ruthlessly, Michael presses kisses to every inch of my skin he can reach. My lips, my cheeks, my jaw, my neck. It’s one step away from devouring me, and the thought makes my arms erupt in goose pimples. I think I might like this rough, ruthless side of him even more than the man who’s my protector. He’s the only person I could ever trust with my body in this way.

As if he can sense my thoughts, can tell how much I like his recklessness, Michael nips at my jaw. I shiver, whining as I throw my head back to give him better access to my neck. He takes the invitation, continuing the brutal thrust of his hips as he leans in to suck bruises against my neck.

My toes curl in delight. His mouth is hot and wet against my throat. Delicious tendrils of pleasure-pain shoot through me, originating at the spot where he’s marking me up. When he’s done with me, anyone who looks in my direction will know who I belong to. Then, when the marks fade, he’ll just make more.

God, I love the idea of belonging to him. I know I’ve just met him, that I’ve just dealt with a stalker who made me fear even being in my own home, but it doesn’t matter. If Michael’s here, I’m safe. If Michael’s here, my past doesn’t matter. Only the present and the future are concerns of mine.

“Fuck, I needed this,” he groans, and I don’t quite get what he means.

He’s been here with me, hasn’t he? Maybe he had a dream about me, or maybe there’s something I don’t know about him. I’m not in any position to think that statement over for long. Theway he’s fucking me is making me a little brainless, the first tells of my orgasm are already approaching.

“This creamy pussy is all I can fucking think about,” he curses, his mouth back against my neck. He nips at me again, making me yelp in surprise. “You get me so hard and you don’t even have to do anything. You were just lying there asleep, and I was bricked up. I had to touch you, I just couldn’t stop myself.”

“I liked it,” I squeak out, lifting my hips up to meet each of his thrusts. “I l– I liked waking up to your hands on me.”

“Yeah?” he asks, his voice dipping down even lower. “You liked it when I took what I wanted from you? You like being my little toy? You like letting me do whatever I want to you whenever I want?”

“Yes,” I hiss, his words punching the air right out of my lungs.

“Bet you’d like it if you woke up with my cock already inside this tight little pussy, wouldn’t you?” he growls, accentuating his words with a sharp bite to my collarbone.

“Uh huh,” I agree, starting to feel insane as my orgasm approaches. It won’t take much longer until I’m cumming all over his length.

“You’re a filthy little thing aren’t you?” Michael says, his voice quivering. I can tell he’s getting close, too. “And you’re all mine. No one else gets this pussy but me.”

“Yours,” I say as the muscles in my stomach clench in delight. “Yours, Michael.”

“That’s right, pretty girl.” He pulls back, moaning in ecstasy. “Fuck, are you close? It feels like you’re close.”

“Y-yeah,” I whimper, my pussy spasming around his length. “A-are you?”

“Fuck. Yes. So close,” he says. “Gonna fuck you pregnant. Gonna give you a child. Fuck.”

Those words unlock something deep inside of me. Before I even register it, my climax is bowling into me. Michael’s name is on my lips as I shake with pleasure.

This orgasm is so much more intense than any of the others I’ve shared with him. The mix of his filthy words and his complete ruthlessness has ignited a part of me that I didn’t know was there. Somehow, I become even more attracted to this man, more attached to him than I can believe.

“Just like that,” he groans, his words breaking on the last syllable. “Fuck, I’m–”

He doesn’t finish his sentence, but it doesn’t matter. I’m pumped full of his seed, his cock right up against my womb. It seems to prolong my orgasm, sending shockwave after shockwave through me. Michael’s grip gets even tighter, his hips going in and out of me with shallow thrusts as he milks the last of his pleasure from his body.

A few minutes pass, the two of us breathing in each other’s air as we recover from our orgasms. Eventually, Michael pulls out but keeps me in his arms. I sigh, content to be held against his chest.

“I might have gotten a little carried away there,” he admits, running a big, strong hand through my sweaty hair.

“I already told you I liked it,” I say, leaning into his contact.

“Shit… you’re going to be the death of me, Ella.”

I giggle, feeling outrageously happy at the way he chuckles in response. I don’t know how I got so lucky or why the universe decided to present me this hunk of a man on a silverplatter, but I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. There might be a voice in the back of my head telling me I shouldn’t get too comfortable because I don’treallyknow this man, but my gut tells me I’m safe, and I’ve always been one to trust my feelings more than logic.

Chapter Seven

Michael

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