Page 52 of Look at Her and Die

Then she kissed me, yanking my hair to her so hard that my scalp burned.

I kissed her back, my hands going to her thighs as I pried her legs apart farther.

She allowed me to, hooking her legs around my hips and pulling me in closer.

My fingers went to the short-as-fuck shorts she was wearing, and pushed them to the side enough that I could get my fingers to her pussy.

Her wet pussy.

She felt like liquid heat as I sank two fingers deep inside of her.

“So wet,” I said. “Where’s all your fight now, princess?”

She sank her fingernails into the side of my neck on both sides, then pulled back just far enough that she could catch my lip in between her teeth.

With a sharp bite, she drew blood.

I pulled back at the pain, then grinned down at her shadowed face.

I felt the blood welling on my lip when I said, “There she is.”

“Don’t ever call me princess again.” She reared back, and I felt her tiny little fist make contact with my face.

I laughed even as the pain bloomed along my eye.

Before she could say anything else, I pulled back and flipped her, pushing her into the grass on her belly.

She cried out in frustration, but still, her hips came up and she pressed into my cock.

“You want this?” I asked, sitting back and pulling her hips up to meet mine.

She snarled something into the grass and pushed up onto her hands, her ass coming into contact with my engorged cock, barely held in check by my running shorts.

And, knowing an invitation when I felt one, I pulled her shorts down to her knees and shoved my shorts down past my throbbing cock.

Lining my tip up with her entrance, her soaking wet, going to feel so fucking good entrance, I pushed inside.

She cried out, dropping down to her elbows.

I paused, waiting for her to accommodate to my size.

“Okay?” I rasped.

She reached back and clawed at my knees. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m leaving.”

Well, I only needed to be told once.

I fucked her.

I fucked her hard, fast, and raw.

I knew it felt too good.

There was nothing between us.

Neither one of us had any sort of discussion on safety.

Yet, that didn’t seem to matter.

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