“Ha.”
Malek grabbed me by the waist and hauled my ass right out of my boots and onto my hands and knees into the back of the Batmobile. I dared a glance back at him and…fuck, what a vision…he’s still in the suit, completely naked underneath. Mask on. Fully unzipped. Every tattoo on display. Cock standing proud like it’s about to wreck mylife. I fucking hope it does. He forced me forward, climbing in behind me and slamming the door. I heard my shovel hit the ground. We’ve been dancing around this shit ever since we met, and it shows. It’s obvious now, on my end. I couldn’t deny it if I wanted to. I knew exactly what I was doing when I decided he was coming with me tonight, breaking all my rules and not having a stitch on underneath. I did want this. Even if the possibility of itnothappening tonight was there. Some part of me entertained it.
I spread my legs, lowering my cheek to the carpeted floor and Malek’s strong thighs shoved between, widening me to the point that it hurt. I love it. I reached back with both hands, grabbing my ass and spreading my aching pussy as that silent, open invitation to do his worst.
“It’s exquisite, love. Tell me toruinit.” His fingers slid through my slick center, teasing and baiting me, and my rogue hair blew in and out of my face. He’s playing with me. He won’t give me an inch until I fucking say it. The bastard.“Tell me…”A single digit shoved inside, the other simultaneously toying with my clit and I didn’t realize I could make a sound like the needy pathetic one that just came out of my mouth. He made a slow, deliberate pass, hooking that finger inside me and easing it out to join the other in its torture. I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s what he lives for.
“Fuck me, Malek.”
“Yes, ma’am…so bossy.”
This motherfu—
He grabbed my wrists, startling me and put them together, forcing them behind my back. I’m so flustered I didn’t even think about the idea that he obviously just cooked up when he pulled one of the old leather casket straps from the anchor in the floor, securing it around one of my wrists, and then doing the same to the other. The straps crossed over my back on either side, and he yanked the leverage, tightening it. The upper half of me is well and truly fucked. There’s no way I’m getting out until he decides to let me. His rough palm stroked up my spine and I arched into it like a cat.
“You look so fuckin’ pretty all tied up in death, pet.” His knees pushed mine farther up, raising my ass at an almost uncomfortable angle, and I heard him spit right before I felt it drip down my cunt. The cold chill of metal slid across my opening, and I braced myself, my breathing absolutely wild as he gripped my hip and pushed himself in. My teeth chattered involuntarily, feeling that dick ring inch its way up, only to retreat until it was out again and sliding through my slit. “Fuck, Viper…”
The hoop grazed my clit, hitting just right on the way back through and I moaned, trying to remember how to breathe when he made another pass back through. “Oh, fuck…fuck.”
He finally pushed back in, farther this time and I turned my head, burying my face into the carpet. I think I accidentally synced my breathing with every push and pull out of me, until I felt him bottom out and go as still as death when his hips met my trembling ass. If he meant what he told me when he said he loved as hard as he fucked, then he gave me a five second chance to change my mind about it when he pulled back and slammed into me, hard enough for me to get rug burn on my forehead and scream into this old musty carpet.
The Executioner
Most people believe in God, or in something like it. I’m a superstitious lad, and I was brought up knowing that no matter what I chose to believe, I’d never be worthy of a fucking blessing. I’m sure as shit not worthy of this one.
She feels so fucking good.
She’s a bit reluctant to admit tonight that she’s been trying to convince herself she’s not playing this game just as hard as I am. And it’s fine. She doesn’t have to say it, her gushing tight cunt has done all that talking for her…but I stillwanther to. I’ve played these carefully hidden cards cunningly thus far, and I think she’s finally starting to get it. If she wants to come, she’ll have to plead the fifth, and it looks like I’m gonna have to fuck it out of her.
Her neglected little pussy has a death grip on my cock, and I had to take a second to have a silent pep talk with it so that I didn’t prove myself to be a two-pump-chump and sabotage this whole thing for both of us. Sinking into her was better than I could have anticipated, and I’m giving myself the excuse that my reason for almost shooting cum out of her nose is due to how positivelyflawlessshe is. How she’s gone this long without some asshole seeing what I see, is a fucking mind-bending mystery to me. They’ll never know after tonight. She gave me a light as green as Ireland, and I’m about to fuckingdestroyher. Brand her from the inside out. Fill that snatch up with a load of possible social security numbers…
I’m losing focus…
My hips are moving of their own accord, folding into the music of every strangled scream she’s making now, and the rhythm of the way my hip bones slap against her perfect arse. I’ll be taking that soon, too. I made that decision as soon as she reached back and showed me that tight little hole. She’s taking every inch of this cock like such a good girl, and not once since I started annihilating her, has she seemed like she’s not enjoying every second of it. I slowed down, making sure she felt my piercing she’s been so curious about, dragging across every spot that made her entire body shudder. Her skin has a thin sheen of sweat blooming over it, and I slid a hand through it, trailing across a line of script tattooed down her spine. It’s in Latin, I think, and I have no idea what it says, but I’m finding it hard to notice a single thing about this woman that doesn’t make me wanna bite a chunk out of her.Maybe that’s why she calls me Hannibal.I smiled to myself, jerking loose one of the straps and pulling out while I flipped her onto her back.
“You had enough, Little Viper? Or are we still hungry?” Her chest is heaving, and I know she can tell I’m grinning under this mask. Her eyes trailed down my chest, and lingered onthe cock I’m gripping, stroking myself while she fights that war that’s raging in that pretty head.
“I fucking hate you,” she huffed. I underestimate her. I really fucking do. She raised her knees, spreading her legs and used the hand I freed to slide down her body, through that slit, and settled around her clit while she knocked my chess piece over and started playing with herself. “Who’s hungrynow, asshole?”
Me…goddamn, it’s me.
My throat bobbed and I watched her, eyes locked on mine while my attention darted from her fingers, back to her face, like I couldn’t decide which one to devour. “Cute, baby…what else ya got?”Play with me, Viper. She sank two tattooed fingers inside that pussy and didn’t bother to take it slow. My cock is so fucking hard it hurts. Every wet sound of her cunt made me wanna cover her in cum—and then she let her head fall back, moaning. I jerked the open jumpsuit off my shoulders, and she raised her head, pulling her fingers out and sitting up. She made an attempt to raise them up to her open mouth and I snatched her wrist, stopping her.
“What’s the matter, Irishman? Not what you asked for?”
I ripped the mask off, my sweaty hair falling over my brow as I leaned forward and sucked both her fingers into my mouth. Now, she’s getting all of me. And she’ll fucking lose this game tonight. I grabbed her throat, crashing my mouth into hers and letting her taste herself on my tongue while I forced her backward. My other hand grabbed the underside of her thigh, flattening the side of it against the floor so that her lower half was turned at an angle that had me at the perfect advantage to slam back into her without warning. I swallowed down that yelp, smiling against her while my hand squeezed around her pale throat. It’s not a secret that I’ve wanted her. I’m not the least bitashamed to admit it. I’d sing it for her if she asked me to, but this? This she’s making me work for.
Noted.
I’m relentlessly fucking her. The hearse is having its parking brake tested. Hope it holds out. I finally loosened my grip and pulled away from her mouth enough to let her take in some oxygen…she’ll need it after all, if I’m gonna have my win. I breathed in the sweat of her neck, running my tongue along her jawline while my hips drove into her body. She’s tightening up around me and I know she’s close. I am too.
“Tell me who’s gonna make you come, pet…” I ground out, barely able to catch my breath while her tits jerked across her chest between us. My teeth grazed her skin, and I picked a spot to bite down, nearly crashing the fuck out when she gasped, choking on a ragged moan. “Tell me…” She trembled when I slowed, edging her, and the growl that rumbled in her throat drove a wicked smile to my mouth as it kept its hold on her neck. I felt fire on the back of one of my shoulders when her free hand clawed at my sweaty back, instantly tightening my nuts.Fuck, she plays a real good game.
“Don’t youdare,” she rasped out, breathing harshly in my ear.
“Careful,” I hissed, reveling in the pain as her nails dug through my skin. “Might go before you do if you keep that up.” Her waist struggled under me, and she made a good effort to find her own angle, but I shifted my weight, anchoring her to the floor. It’s over. I’m about to make her forfeit and admit she’s fucking mine. I grabbed both sides of her face, curling over her and pressing my slick forehead against hers. “Look at me, Seven Grey.” I have her attention now. She won’t slide but so far with that other arm still tethered to the floor. “Tell me who’s makin’ you beg, lass. Tell me the name of the son of a bitch that’s about to fuck the life out of you until your pussy’s leakin’ with hisunborn.” I drove into her with everything I had, tracing her open mouth with my lips while she buried her nails as deep as we just buried that fuckingbody, into my skin. She wrapped her sweaty legs around my back and almost wept while I fucked her harder. “Say it, baby…what’s his fuckingname…”
“Malek…”
