Page 75 of Nightmare Rising


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I was in control.

He’d fucked with me, now I got to fuck with him.

Igot to take.

To use.

I wanted his sperm.

I wanted relief.

Gripping the ends of his shirt, I tugged with such a force a button popped. Fevered fingers did the rest, as I pulled his shirt open across his chest.

“All you had to say wasfuck me please, Val.” The drawl mocked me.

I slammed the heel of my hand against his chest, the damn handcuff dragging as anger made me rake my nails down his skin. It felt good to tear into him. To hear the growl he cut off in his throat. A low rumble that seemed to vibrate inside me.

I squirmed on his lap—even with my shorts still on, I felt his cock twitch. My pussy clenched—nothing, only aching.

Wanting.

And hating the wanting.

I curled over his body and into that warmth. My sigh falling against his skin as my mouth closed around his nipple. I bit down, sinking teeth into flesh.

Val hissed, the sound singed the air, dispersing like a new flush of heat.

Riding the buck of his hips, I ground crotch against crotch as my tongue lapped his tortured flesh.

Every time he reached to touch me, move me, I knocked his hands back and bit again. Eventually, he let me do whatever I wanted. Kiss. Scratch. Lick. Suck—my mouth driving my conquest. By the time I pulled back and sat up, we were both ragged with panting.

My lips felt swollen and wet, the taste of him thick on my tongue. Blood burned under my skin.

I undid my shorts, my hips rising slowly as I slipped my hand into my open pants. Fingers plowed my slick folds to push up into me. Fill me. My body twisting as a small spasm rippled through me. I fucked myself on my hand, back arching like a cat as my teeth scraped my bottom lip; bit off my moan.

I was close, so close, I ground my clit against the heel of my hand.

Pressure.

Pleasure.

The tension pulled then snapped, the orgasm causing my whole body to shudder. Panting, I opened my eyes and raised my gaze to Val.

“So that’s how you want to play it.”

My lips curled. “I’m not finished yet.”

He still had his sperm.

Standing, I stepped out of my shorts, and when I lowered myself again, I guided him into me and sank down on his cock.

My head fell back and I sighed.

Val’s fingers grazed the underside of my breast, and I slapped his hand again.

This was for me.

For my shitty day.

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