Page 38 of Such a Bad Girl

He gripped my chin in his clean hand and forced me to look at him, his cock pressing painfully against my opening.

‘I am.’

With a rock of his hips, he sank partway into me as I squealed. Holding my chin firm, his eyes narrowed darkly.

‘He-enry,’ my voice broke ashe waited there, stretching me in a more raw way than he had in my cunt.

‘Feel the burn,’ he said, rocking himself. Even that slight movement stole my breath. ‘And be glad you’ve gotten me so wound up that I’m ready to burst.’

Tears fell afresh as I held his gaze, my mouth parting as he forced himself a little further inside me. My vision blurred when he let out a grunt and pulled out, the sensation making my stomach roil.

The pain when he slammed back into me made me see stars.

‘There’s my good girl. Almost there. This is where you belong, beneath me and taking me like a perfect little slut. This is what you’ve craved all these years, isn’t it? To be put in your place.’

‘It’s everything I ever dreamed it would be,’ I whispered, my breath catching as he pulled out once more, each of those metal studs making me quiver.

‘I’m going to fuck you like I hate you,’ he said, capturing my tear stained lips. ‘Because that’s what you need, isn’t it? It’s why you play these stupid fucking games.’

I nodded, sliding my tongue over his until he spoke again.

‘Because you’re a dirty, depraved, obsessed littlecunt whose whole life has been about getting me between your spread thighs.’

‘Yes,’ I moaned, shifting my hips to try to accommodate all of him.

With the next thrust, I moaned. The sharp pain mingled with the heady rush of his demands. I adored the way he used me to please him. Just as I’d used him.

Balance restored.

A madness took over him. Lust-drunk, he fisted his hands in my plaited hair and truly fucked my ass. I became a mess of tears and pained cries, heady moans and sticky sweat. Our bodies slid together in desperation, driven by a need for completion.

Much to my shock, my body gave in to him first, a storm of need culminating in a harsh orgasm that tore through me with pain-streaked bliss.

‘You perfect slut,’ Henry groaned before his body tensed, his cock slamming deep within me as I shuddered beneath him. Animalistic noises tore from his throat as he unloaded ropes of hot cum into my ass.

We lay there for a long time, my arms growing numb as he remained inside me, seemingly reluctant to remove himself.

The thump of his chest met my own, together slowing from a frenetic clash to asatisfied murmur.

‘Are you okay?’ he asked when he found his voice.

‘Yes,’ I murmured, tipping my face to his and placing a sweet kiss on the edge of his lips. ‘But just you wait until it’s your ass's turn.’

His eyebrows knitted in the most delicious way.

‘I believe you lack the necessary equipment,’ he ventured.

Ah, my sweet, Sir. As if I didn’t have the internet, a bank card, and a need to assert dominance to make him feral all over again.

‘We’ll see.’ I smiled. ‘I bet you’ll cry more than I did.’

Henry laughed nervously before picking me up, a torrent of hot cum leaking from my freshly fucked ass as he carried me to the bathroom.

With the softest of touches, he untied me, washed me, and filled my head with sweet words.

Finally, he was all mine.

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

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