“You sure as hell aren’t running off to give it up to Death.” I push her face down on the counter. You gonna scream for me like you did him?”
“I hate you.”
I yank her panties down and rub my fingers between her legs. I pump two fingers inside her tight hole. “Some nights, laying in my damn cell, all I could think about was this right here. My sweet Freya. Your pretty cunt that was always eager to take my dick. Thought about you so much it fuckin’ hurt to breathe. The thought of your face cut me so damn deep I wanted to claw my way out of my own skin in hopes I’d forget your name. Forget the sounds you make when I fuck you from behind. Waited three fuckin’ years for this and you want to throw what we had away over some dumb shit. Believed lies easier than me telling you that I love you. Gave my pussy up to one of my brothers behind my back and yet I stayed here. Took it like a man.”
“I think you need to leave,” she croaks. A lonely tear trickles down her left cheek as I loom over her, and I lick it.
“Why? So you can call him? Offer to suck his dick in consolation? Nah, babe. Not happening. You’re my girl. Not fuckin’ sharing you with any-damn-body.” I pump my fingers harder and faster in her tight heat. Freya can pretend she doesn’t want this. That she doesn’t want me but she’s fucking dripping wet. “Pussy is soaked. Practically running down your thighs. You like it when I take you like this. Get rough and remind you who owns you.” I take away my fingers and she cries out at the loss of the sensation. I slap her ass and grab a handful of her thick globe.
“This pussy is mine, Freya. You only come when I say. You only touch it when I say.” I kick at her ankles, so she’ll stretch her legs further apart. “Spread like a good girl for me.” I position my cock between her ass cheeks, teasing the rim of her asshole with the head.
“Fisher,” she pleads, as I rid her of her shirt and bra.
“That’s it. Say my name. Let the whole world hear who possesses this pussy, Freya.” I line up with her sweet hole and glide right in. Freya holds onto the counter as I drive my dick deeper in. My balls slap her ass with every fucking thrust. I take her rough and savage, giving her no reprieve and no escape from each brutal blow as I pull her hair and reach around to tweak one of her nipples. I roll and pinch the taught skin between my fingers showing no mercy.
Her body will be marked with my love. Every god damned inch of her. My teeth cut into her shoulder until I draw blood. The metallic taste coats my lips.
“Oh. Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” she says on a pant. Her muscles start to squeeze my cock. Right when she’s about to come, I pull out and leave her writhing. “What the fuck?” Her head snaps up.
I stroke my rigid length and smirk at her. “You want this dick? Want it to make you come? Want my permission to get off?” I continue to stroke my dick as she seethes at me.
“You’re a cocksucker.”
“Baby, only one of us loves having a fat cock in their mouth and it sure as fuck ain’t me. Now get up on the counter so I can eat you till you come all over my face.”
Freya grabs one of the sandwiches and hurls it at my head. I duck and it splats on the window, leaving a trail of grease in its wake. “Get out. Get your shit and go.”
I take two steps toward her as she inches along the counter. “I hope you’re not on the pill because I’m going to chain you to me in every possible way.” I lunge, hooking an arm around her waist. Her fingernails dig into me leaving crescent shape depressions in my skin as I carry her to the bedroom.
“Let me go, Fisher.” Her hand whips back before her palm connects with my face. I grab her by both wrists and drop her onto the bed, pinning her to the mattress.
Her toes press against my stomach as she kicks against me.
“Really think you can win this fight? We both know you want me to hold you down and fuck you till you can’t see or walk straight. Tell me you don’t want it, baby. Go ahead. Fight me.” I lick my lips and she spits in my face.
“I hate you, Riley Fisher.”
“I love you too, sweetheart.” I scrub a palm over my face and shove her legs apart. I dive between her thighs, delving my tongue inside her pussy.
Freya grabs onto the short length of my hair and tugs. I lick, suck, and tongue fuck her cunt till she creams my face.
Freya’s body quivers and shakes with her orgasm and its my name she cries out. Not fucking Death’s.
I slide up her body and take her mouth, giving her a taste of her salty and sweet. Her legs wrap around me as her hand moves between us. Yeah, my girl wants this dick. She fucking loves it. Craves it. Owns it.
I pull back, watching as her pussy lips stretch over the head of my cock. There’s nothing better than this. My sweet Freya. My girl. Soon my ring will be on her finger and my baby will be in her belly.
“I’m going to fuck you till you cry.”
Chapter Nine
I’m stupid for this man. For his dick. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I want to slap Fisher and kiss him at the same time. He drives me absolutely insane. I hate his guts to the core and yet my stupid heart craves him. I hate how he knows what buttons to push. How to get me off like no one else can. I hate how desperately I want him to make good on his threat and fuck me till I cry.
My body jolts as my asshole biker fucks me from behind. He has me face down, ass up, pounding into me. A delicious ache pulses between my thighs as another glorious orgasm rocks through me.
With one hand tweaking my nipple and the other gripping my hip, he’s relentless. The man is on a mission to utterly destroy me.
“Fuck, baby. You feel so good.” His hand slides from my hip to my ass where his handprint is seared into my skin from being spanked. Sweat drips from his body onto my back, pooling in the dimples right above my derriere.