Page 36 of Such a Bad Girl

‘A bad girl,’ she moaned.

‘Whose bad girl?’ I added another finger.

‘Yours,’ she whimpered, her eyes pinching closed as I toyed with her. ‘Your bad girl.’

She sighed as I tore my hand from her wet cunt and yanked her skirt up, slapping her ass with heavy strokes. The flesh pinked as she squirmed against the floor.

‘My sweet little psycho,’ I crooned, letting her take shaky breaths.

‘It hurts,’ Bex cried, tears pricking and running over her face.

‘Good.’ Lying my body over hers, I let myintrusive thoughts win, pressing my tongue over her salty cheek and consuming her tears. ‘Fuck, Bex. You make me want to be a terrible man.’

‘Show me,’ she whispered.

Sitting, I tore off her skirt and panties, seeing her splayed before me, naked except for the blouse still tangled around her wrists.

The little devil started to wriggle her way across the floor. I let her go. I unbuttoned my shirt without hurrying, enjoying the sight of her scraping herself against the wooden floorboards.

‘Oh, darling girl, there’s no escape for you.’

Rising, I stepped out of my pants and abandoned my shirt.

The soft moan she gave belied her attempt to get away, just as much as her slick, glistening pussy did.

‘Let me go,’ she hissed.

‘Once you’ve taken what you deserve. Once you’re covered in my teeth marks and fingerprints and bursting with my cum. Once I’ve exhausted that pretty little body of yours.’

My footsteps punctuated each word as I made my way to where she lay. With no gentleness, I hauled her onto her knees, her face against the floor and her pink ass to the ceiling.

I fought a tremble as I lined the metal tipped head of my dick with her entrance, loving the wayher lips swelled already, as if looking to welcome me home.

Holding her hips tight, I rammed my cock fully inside her, my eyes rolling at the exquisite heat.

She choked out a sob, the sudden, metal-filled stretch so much for her barely fucked pussy to take all at once.

‘That’s it, Bex. Cry for me. Sob while I fill you up. If you get me hot enough with your pretty little tears, I might come before I get round to fucking this tight ass of yours.’

I pulled back to the tip before thrusting home, her whimper making my dick swell. God damn. Such a perfect toy. My own depraved fuck-doll.

Within a few strokes, her cries turned to heated moans, her body adjusting to my invasion.

Thwack.

I reddened her ass between thrusts, my hands growing as hot as her tender flesh. She tried to drop her hips to the floor, panic and pain making her squirm away. But there was nowhere for her to go. My hips followed hers, my dick finding her wetness no matter how she tried to evade me. Our breathing grew laboured as we struggled in a war of pleasure and pain, of vengeance and lust.

She came in a puddle of sweat and tears,gripping me like a vice as I staved off my orgasm, not yet willing to be finished with her.

‘It’s too much,’ she whimpered as her body quaked, her eyes rolling as I flipped her onto her back, her arms caught beneath her.

I crushed my lips to hers, forcing myself back into her still quivering cunt while slipping my tongue into her mouth. The kiss was a frantic mess, all desperation as I claimed back what she’d taken from me. Using her as I pleased.

Bex’s skin grew wet beneath me as her body arched to allow space for her arms underneath her. I slid down her frame, cursing the emptiness as I moved from between her thighs. But my appetite for her had become feral, and I licked, kissed and bit her stomach.

Those tempting thighs of hers were impossible to resist. I sank my teeth into their perfectness, marking her as she cried once more.

‘Mine,’ I growled, bending her legs upward and pinning her with everything splayed for me.

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