Page 40 of Lonely
An orgasm washed over me then and tightened every muscle in my body. My fists unfurled, and my fingers flared wide. Anna rode me harder, praising and degrading me all at once, milking the cum out of me with her magical pussy.
“Fuck, yes, I’m coming, baby.”
Someone knocked on the door, but Anna didn’t so much as falter. She kept taking me deep, even when I was done coming, my cock slowly deflating.
That was it, folks. The bouncy ride was done for the day. Come back tomorrow and bring your friends, just leave Little Mikey at home. I couldn’t take his judgy eyes, not now, not while I was strapped to the bed like one of Wellard’s patients, my nose freshly squashed by the wet pussy of Mikey’s owner.
My mother would have suffered a conniption.
“You know, baby,” she whispered, running the tip of her nose up the bridge of mine. “While you’re at home, watching porn alone, it’s me who sees to your favorite patient. If you upset me again, I might miscalculate his dosage.”
My breath caught, and I grew cold all over. Suddenly, the straps around my wrists didn’t feel so good.
She smiled. “We wouldn’t want that now, would we?”
A peck on my lips. “So don’t piss me off again, baby.”
A small smile played on her lips as she undid the straps. The moment I was free, I flipped us over, secured her wrists over her head, and grabbed her by the throat.
Gasping, she bucked and squirmed beneath me.
“Don’t threaten me, Anna. It won’t end well for you.”
Oh, I felt powerful again.
So powerful.
She struggled in my hold, gasping these small, incredibly sexy breaths.
My fingers around her slender throat twitched from the high.
“You look so pretty when you’re scared,” I whispered, tightening my grip even further to prove my point.
A groan rumbled in my chest as I cracked my neck.
Fuck. . .
It was like I’d been juiced up.
“You strut around flaunting yourself in your slutty little outfits. But seeing you now, so scared, it makes me hard.” I chuckled as her struggle grew weaker. “One day, I’ll fuck you like this while you’re fighting me.”
She tried to speak, so I loosened my grip, letting her draw in a few precious breaths.
“Would you hurt me? I might be pregnant with your baby.” She lifted her head off the pillow. The twisted smile curving her mouth made her look even more evil and tempting. “I’m not on birth control.”
I tightened my grip on her bruised throat again. She moaned, squirming like an animal in heat.
“Whore,” I snarled, rock-hard and aching from whatever twisted game she was playing.
I liked it.
But I hated it.
She was sick.
So was I.
“Like I said—” I cut off her air supply completely. “Don’t threaten me.”
