I lean down, sliding my hands around the back of her thighs, pressing my fingers through her fishnets and I feel her body stiffen against me as I snarl. “That would be nice, wouldn’t it? But I have a feeling my stubborn Little Dolly isn’t going to be so nice.”
Tightening my hold on her thighs, I lift her in one swift movement, forcing her to wrap her legs around my waist. She places her hands on my chest, attempting to push back and break free, but she’ll do as she’s fucking told.
“What the hell are you doing?” she grits out through tight teeth.
“Whatever the fuck I want,” I respond blankly, not giving a fuck.
She tries to wriggle out of my grasp, but when she fails against my strength, she releases a grunt of frustration as she faces aside, and I continue to piss her off. “Are you done?"
She ignores me, not entertaining my bizarre attempts at flirting. When I start to step forward, the wheel rotates slowly. I focus on her pretty side profile as she avoids my gaze, and then my eyes drop to the swell of her breasts. My wild mind starts thinking of all kinds of disgusting things as I admire them.
Those perfect fucking tits.
I have to see them bouncing as she rides every inch of my pierced dick.
I need to feel the warmth as I drop my balls into her mouth, jerking my cock off between them until I'm painting her body with my cum.
I crave to grab them aggressively, using them as leverage as I violently screw her tight asshole until it's gaping and pulsing for relief.
I want to suck and bite them, while twisting my entire fucking hand inside her cunt, bringing her to the brink of madness until she’s coming for me.
Fuck, she drives me crazy.
With each step I take, I feel the heat of her pussy on my abs. A low growl escapes my throat, as I grasp her asscheeks roughly, my sense of control slipping, and I yank her closer until I can feel the damp fabric on my skin.
When her legs are forced further apart, she shoots me a severe look, her tone a clear warning, “I swear to god if you don’t—”
“I can feel your wet little cunt, Noir.” I cut her off, my eyes darkening from the feel of my cock swelling in my jeans. I noticeher cheeks pinken before she looks away again, avoiding further interaction.
Smirking, I continue to terrorize her, enjoying every second of her discomfort, “Tell me, can Limp Dick make you wet without barely touching you? Actually, don’t answer. I know for a fucking fact he can’t.”
Her eyes flash to mine, squinting them as she brings her face close to mine, attempting to assert her authority. “Why don’t you stop talking about my sex life and get one of your own, freak,” she bites back bitterly.
“I have one, she is rubbing her soaked pussy all over my abs right this second and it’s getting me so fucking hard.”
She rolls her eyes at my calm response, yet I catch the small smile playing on her lips before she faces away, trying to conceal it, but I know deep down she digs my psychotic shit.
“You’re deluded, Hell. I’ll never let you touch me, and I will never touch you,” she says, but her voice is full of lies.
“Good thing I don’t give a fuck about consent when it comes to you. You make me want to do terrible, terrible things.” As soon as the icy words slip from my lips, her eyes snap to mine, but I maintain a stoic expression.
What does she want me to say? That I'll patiently wait like a good little boy until she lets me? Yeah. Fucking. Right. I see through her façade of loyalty to a man who can't even get hard for her. I know she craves the dangers that surround me, despite her little protests. It's only a matter of time before she surrenders willingly and drops to her knees but if she doesn't, I'll force her. My fucking patience is wearing thin already.
“Rapists make me feel sick and that says a lot about you,” she declares with a frown on her face.
I lift a brow at her confession as I respond. “I don’t need to rape you, Noir. You’re going to push back on my cock, trying to take all of me. You can be in denial all you want.”
She grins at my bluntness, shaking her head, but I am dead fucking serious. As I watch her, I zone in on her features with fascination.
“What the fuck. Honestly, your perception is warped,” she finally answers, trying to fight her amusement.
“Everything about me is fucking warped, yet it clearly gets you off judging by your wet panties.”
She stares into my eyes, now expressionless, lost in thought until she suddenly glances down to our right. I reluctantly tear my gaze away from her pretty face and turn my head to follow her line of sight, only to notice Limp Dick standing at the entrance, looking up at us.
As expected, she unwraps her legs, sliding down my body to land on her feet. As I stop the wheel, he stares at Dolly with a stern look on his face, fuelling my desire to kill the motherfucker. I slip my hand into my sweatpants to retrieve my knife so I can launch it into his fucking skull, only to realize it’s not there.
He suddenly turns around and storms out causing Dolly to glance at me. “Just leave me alone, Hell. I don’t want you.” She declares coldly which makes my jaw tense with irritation, the need to control her seeping into my icy veins.
