Page 29 of Her Vicious Angel

Each flick was sending warmth flooding through my body, sending it all pounding to my core.

My hands tightened on the bike rack. I must be some kind of degenerate freak because this was turning me on.

His hand flicked out again and this time I had to catch my breath to keep in a moan. My fingers twisted on the rack.

Shit, what was this doing to me?My pussy felt so heavy and hot with need.

“Have you learned your lesson?” he asked.

I said nothing.

I felt another crack on my other ass cheek.

“Don’t test me,” he warned.

I couldn’t help it. I tipped my ass up to get the next blow sooner.

“Don’t do that Cerise,” he said furiously.

I could hear his breathing start to catch, and it sounded loud and ragged to my ears.

He snapped the belt again, a little harder this time, and I felt wetness from my pussy running down my thighs.

Then I heard a heavy thunk as the belt hit the ground, and he was grabbing me and turning my throbbing ass around so I was facing him.

He drove into me with a rock-hard dick and then I did moan aloud, clamping my legs tightly around his waist to bring him closer to me.

It felt like he was stretching, pulling, tearing me apart, and I cried aloud at the pleasure of it.

His lips were on mine, his tongue insistently pressing my mouth open as he dominated and claimed me with it.

His hands were on my ass, pulling me even closer so he could thrust deeper and harder.

My lips felt numb and bruised when he broke apart from me. He bent his head down to my shoulder as he pounded into me.

He sounded feral, unbound. The pressure grew in my belly, and I rode the pleasure-pain tipping point as his hands grabbed my sore ass and his cock stroked my clit.

Then he wound my thick hair around one big hand and I lost all control, coming hard and fast, my hands curling on his back, his shoulder, tearing and twisting at his shirt.

I felt him explode into me, his hands gripping me as he filled me, and then I felt the hammering of his heart.

I felt completely sated by my orgasm and I collapsed over his big shoulders, feeling the heat on the back of his neck and how his muscles flexed and moved as he untied me and carried me to the motorcycle.

“Shit, Cerise,” he said. “You are going to fucking kill me.”

He lowered me onto the motorcycle.

“Ouch,” I said, as the hard seat came into contact with my throbbing ass.

“Serves you right,” he said unsympathetically, slapping my ass as I howled in dismay. “Don’t disobey me next time.”

We sped through the streets again. They grew brighter, lighter, and more populated as we headed to the downtown area.

“What happened to clawing my eyes out?” Andrei asked.

“I haven’t forgotten,” I retorted.

I hadn’t forgotten, either. Just. . . shelved the idea for now. Just because I felt so deliciously sated and full.

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