Page 36 of They Call Me Wicked


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“I said bequiet.” His tone is sharp as he bites out the words. But it isn’t with anger. His voice is flooded with need and satisfaction. “Nowtake it.”

Drawing himself out before slamming back in, I see stars.

There’s no other way to describe it. Beneath his expert fucking, I can finallysee. The bright lights and swirls of electricity are as vivid and visceral as the feeling of his large cock completely ruining me beneath him.

His thumb is rough and quick as he continues to rub at my clit with each plunge of his hips, heightening the sensations in a way I’ve never experienced before. My arms strain against my bindings as I long to grab onto him, claw at him for purchase, but I’m denied any sort of reprieve.

With one hand on my pussy and one on my throat, he uses his hold to slam me on his cock over and over, the slapping of flesh on flesh far louder than any sound that can leave my mouth.

“Fuck, Wicked. You’re so fucking tight. So fucking good. Far better than I ever imagined,” he growls, voice low and strained. I want to ask him how long he’s been fantasizing about me, but I can’t, his hold tightening on my throat and shoving me harder, more violently, onto him.

Without a word of warning, the cloth is ripped from my mouth, my moans and whimpers far more obvious with its retreat. But before I can take a breath to scream at the pleasure continually racing through me at rapid speeds, he withdraws from me and flips me onto my stomach, the binds on my arms tightening and straining as he pulls me up to my knees.

Then he’s forcing his way back in, hitting different angles, deeper parts of me than ever before. His hand slams over my mouth as I scream at his entry, his other hand gripping my hip as he ruts into me like an animal. Hips pistoning, punishing in their force and fervor.

His hand gripping my hip eases its hold before a smacking sound, quickly followed by a sharp pain on my ass, tears through the pleasure. But instead of taking away from it, it heightens it, sending it far past all the limits I ever thought I had. I moan through the sensation, my pussy slickening further, allowing his large cock to pound into me effortlessly.

“I knew you were a dirty girl, Wicked.” Kai clicks his tongue as he lands another smack. My ass bouncing against his pelvis with each thrust of hips, pussy throbbing at the assault. He rubs at the abused flesh, his other hand still clasping my mouth shut, before moving his touch to between my legs and flicking at my clit.

My spine bows between him and my headboard, my restraints digging into my wrists as I meet him thrust for thrust, chasing what I know will be the best orgasm of my life. His fingers on my clit flick back before smacking down and I buck wildly as pleasure jolts through my core. He does it again and again as he ravages me, his hips never faltering or slowing, and I lose myself to the sensations, screaming beneath his hand as my eyes seem to roll back in my head.

He pinches my clit and twists…and I’m done for.

My release races through me with the strength of a thousand armies, fireworks lighting off behind the darkness of my vision. In the heat of the moment, his hand slips from my mouth as I scream his name in a raspy chant. He tries to capture the words once more, allowing me to bite down on his hand as I ride wave after wave of oblivion, his hips continually rocking me forward and back.

“Fuck!” He hisses his own release as he follows me over the edge, his cock growing impossibly hard inside of me, only adding to my pleasure. His essence coats the walls of my channel, slickening our connection as his thrusts grow jerky and uncontrollable.

Both of us ride the crest until we are finally thrown back to earth, collapsing into a pile of sweaty limbs and secretions with his cock still pulsing inside of me.

“Well, that was fun,” he breathes out the words, his voice slightly slurred and uneven.

“Fuck. Yeah. It was.” I manage to force the response from my lips, my body shaking and jerking as the aftershocks of my release pulse through me, unable to do anything but endure them. He groans as my pussy tightens around him when a particularly large one shakes me, his cock instantly hardening once more.

“Already, dude? You’re insatiable!” I admonish, but inside I’m quivering with need at the mere thought of going again.

“I can’t help it. Fuck! You feel so good!” He rolls his hips forward and sparks of fire surface in my belly.

And then we go another three or four more rounds.

To be honest, I lose count.

11

My phone ringing pulls me from a dead sleep, Hedwig’s Theme blaring loudly into my sensitive, hungover ears. I grasp around blindly, accidentally hitting a sleeping Kai in his stomach, eliciting an oomph from him.

“Well, good morning to you too, Rocky.” His voice is laden with sleep, leaving his tone rather husky and delicious, making my stomach flip with the memory of what we did last night.

Ignoring him, I manage to find my phone that is somehow conveniently placed on my side table. “Hello?”

“Wicked! How are you?” A familiar voice rings through the line and I scrunch my nose at his far too chipper tone for this early in the morning.

“Ryan?”

“Yeah! Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten about your favorite food provider already. Or did that chick really hit you that hard?”

“Wait…how did you get my number, kid?” I rack my brain, wondering exactly that. I’ve never given him my number or even a hint that I wanted him to have it.

“Er. Sorry, Wicked. I got it from your standing lane reservation at the alley. I hope you don’t mind. I just wanted to check on you after what happened last week and see if you’re still planning on coming tonight with your nana.”

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