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Chapter Thirteen

‘Dazed’ Matt Ox

Thrusting into Dice has no comparison to anything on this planet. I don't deserve her, I'm unworthy of her perfection, but I want her like my hands aren't soaked in blood. I need her like I've never needed anything in this life.

Her rough and ragged breaths are like a serenade. Pushing me forward to have my filthy way with her.

I want to bite into her and taste her blood on my tongue. Every squeeze of her pussy makes me want to drive deeper into her, plant myself within her depths and never leave.

The room is suffocating, and the scent of our connected bodies only heightens my need to thrust harder and faster with bruising force.

"Harder, Leo. Fuck me hard!" Her broken words, needy and filled with lustful desire, have me severing our connection and pulling her up by her hair.

I warned her; I don't do soft, but it seems she loves my rough hands.

I spin her to me, and her hands fly to my shirt, ripping it open and letting the buttons fly all over the room, but I don't give a shit. I let go of her hair and shrug my arms free of the fabric.

Once the tattered shirt is off, I push Dice to a sitting position, "Open your mouth, doll. Suck me hard and deep. If you make me guide you, I won't hold back."

Dice obeys me. She opens her mouth and takes me in. I groan as I watch her lick her juices from my cock like it's her new favorite drug. Her small hands grip my waist just before she shoves my dick down her throat without gagging. Her moan and tongue have me seeing stars.

Fuck, I need her, but I'm going to have her sinful lips; lips I've imagined a thousand times.

I'm going to have her in the many positions I've dreamed of.

Dice continues to suck me hard and deep like I demanded, and just when I feel the telltale signals that I'm going to come, I pull her back.

"Scoot back and open those legs, baby."

Dice smiles from her position on the edge of the couch before sliding back until her head rests against it.

I grab her hands and place them on the back of her knees, "Hold them up and don't move them or you'll be punished. If you do as I say, you'll be rewarded."

"Promises, promises," she says, using those same words she used not that long ago. I have to admit, I jerked off thinking of her challenge and I'm not the least bit ashamed of it.

I give her a grin that has her gulping and showing a slight hint of nerves. It makes me harder for her. I love that spark of fear in her eyes.

Sadist?Yes, very much so.

I let my slacks fall along with my briefs and kick them off. Normally I don't ever fully undress with a woman because I don't trust them, but with Dice, I want to expose myself to her the way I want her to do.

Not just with our nakedness.

There's something erotic and sensual in a woman's bared soul, and I want to see her insides. I want to show her she can bare herself to me.

I place my left knee on the sofa, next to her right thigh, and line myself up to her wet and waiting pussy before leaning over her and kissing her.

As our lips touch and our tongues dance, I slam into her.

I swallow down her cries and moans of pleasure as she grips her thighs tighter. My baby doll doesn't want to disappoint me.

I continue my thrusting and it pushes her further up the sofa. Using the back headrest as an anchor, I place my other knee on the sofa and slide both underneath her, never breaking our connection.

With this angle, her pelvis is lifted and it lets me piston in and out of her with bruising force.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby. This pussy is mine.”

I feel her walls grip my dick hard just as I feel my balls tighten. With her eyes rolling back, I wrap my hand around her throat. Not hard enough to stop her breathing, but enough to stop the blood flow.

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