Page 47 of Her Vicious Angel

Then I could see through bleary eyes that he motioned a woman over and sat down, unzipping his pants to pull out his cock for sucking.

Andrei gathered me up in his arms and carried me to his room, where he put me down in the tub and began filling it with warm, steaming water.

I felt lazy and sated and I made no resistance as he soaped me off all over.

“Where’s my 5 million dollars?” I asked. “Since I’m going to be your wife.”

“I have a lot more money than that,” said Andrei. “My father lowballed you.”

I smiled. His lenient touch was unexpected and my head lolled back in his hands.

“I should’ve read the fine print.”

“You would’ve been smarter to,” Andrei agreed, laying my head down gently and standing up.

“Now get out of there and fuck me.”

“But it’s so nice in here,” I said sleepily.

“Having a wife is a lot of goddamn trouble already,” said Andrei. Then he reached into the tub and pulled me out, bubbles and all, soaking against his expensive suit.

I was wide awake now, and displeased. “I’m not your wife yet, asshole!”

He flipped me over his knee, and spanked me on the ass. I wriggled around to maybe sock him in the eye, but he held me pinned with a firm hand. He spanked me on the ass again.

It was the oddest sensation. The way he positioned me meant that every time he spanked my ass it ground my pussy into his hard thigh.

I was starting to get seriously turned on as I felt every contact across my sensitive clit.

He slapped my ass again, hard. I was startled into letting a moan escape me.

I began to rub my pussy up and down on his leg.

He paused and I could hear his breathing change.

“What do you want, Cerise?”

I said nothing, and his hand descended on my ass again. I was going to be sore tomorrow, but it was worth it. I felt shards of pleasure streak through my body, peppering my core.

I moaned again, rubbing my pussy even harder on his thigh. He suddenly released my hands and I tripped over myself to climb onto his lap. I tore at his shirt and pants, yanking impatiently at his zipper.

“Shit,Cerise,” he said, but I saw his big broad chest heaving up and down and I didn’t wait for him to get his cock all the way out, but sunk down on it before he had barely gotten it free from his pants.

He yanked me down to him and kissed me, so hard his lip broke open again and I felt a gush of the hot, sharp blood in my mouth.

He tasted like iron, punishing and unyielding.

I leaned back to get all of him deep inside me and I gasped with the pleasure. I couldn’t stop. I rode him with a wild, pounding need. My ass was on fire. He put a hand on both cheeks and said, “you’ll learn to do what you’re told the first time.”

“Maybe, I said, as the pressure in my clit began to build as I ground on him.

“I didn’t say you could cum yet,” he admonished, giving me a stinging slap again. But I knew his breathing and I knew he was about to go feral.

“Then you shouldn’t do this shit that turns me on,” I retorted, and he cursed as he grabbed my shoulder and sucked on my neck, opening his mouth to bite down on me.

I yelped with the unexpected sting and sensations.

“I’mthe one in charge of your pleasure,” he said. Then, with an effort, he grabbed my hips to force me to stop grinding on him.

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