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“I’m going to fuck you so damn hard, maybe have your ass, too. Thought about the mouth, but I’m a little too angry so I might just keep my cock buried there a little too long and you won’t be able to breathe.”
“Stick it near my mouth and I’ll bite it off.”
“Promise?”
The laughter in his voice is tinged with dark erotic amusement, with black anger. “A fact.”
“You could try.” He thrusts a little. A tease, and he does it slow, so I feel myself open for him and it’s like desperation as I push onto him. He pulls back as I do. “Oh, yeah, you really fucking don’t want me, do you? Rape?” He does it again, and I can’t help but push out, trying to get him inside me.
The hand on my neck tightens.
“Have you got a rape fantasy, MG? I’m happy to oblige. Just admit you want me and maybe I’ll let you come.”
His words are like sex, they stroke into me, and he’s got me on the brink of coming, just by his filthy mouth.
“I’m not a sub. You can’t stop me.”
“Trying to get me to fuck you?” He does it again, slides the fat head of his cock along my pussy, pushing in, this time a little more. “Say please.”
“Go to hell.”
He sighs. Plunges in once. And I clench, coming around him. But the pleasure’s heat lightning, and he’s out of me fast, the piercing dragging on me. A moan breaks free and the fucker laughs.
“I’m not sure if I want this to hurt or not.”
Before I can ask what he means, his cock’s at my ass, and he pushes in.
I scream.
There’s a bite of searing pain because he doesn’t prepare me, and he slams in to his balls. Then he leans over me. “Did it hurt?”
“I’m getting a fucking giant dildo, hiring big men to hold you down so I can shove it up your ass. Dry.”
“My cock was wet from that geyser you’ve got going for me.” He reaches down and pushes two fingers into me, resting his thumb on my clit. “See? Fucking wet. And tight. Everywhere.”
With that, he starts to pull out, only to plunge back in. God…the piercing… And soon he’s just going at it. He removes his fingers from me to hold my hips to slam into me as hard and deep as possible.
Both his hands have my hips as he fucks me, my ass high in the air, from behind. It’s brutal and in this position, I can’t get up.
I don’t want to.
Because the bite of pain has leveled into pleasure and it’s fast climbing towards the deep nirvana of an almighty orgasm and I’m pushing back into him, meeting his thrusts as rough as he gives them.
We don’t speak. Just grunts and moans of savage need and passion, like we need to fuck the other into submission, only no one’s giving in. All his anger is in this fuck, and mine, too.
I’m a seething ball of simmering pleasure, and there’s more of it around the corner, and I hate him for it. I hate him for his accusations of working with Hendrick, I hate him for making me want him when I know what he is. When I know how despicable he is.
It’s good.
So fucking good.
As good as with Hendrick, but way more violent. A level of roughness that isn’t a game.
Jac Miller’s reputation doesn’t do him justice. There’s off-the charts chemistry here as he pushes me up, into wanting and needing more and more. That prize right there is one I’m determined to have and burst apart for. Jac Miller is a special beast.
He degrades and plays and humiliates. He gets off on denying the women he’s let taste what he can give them. And I see why they crawl back, let him flash them, let him hand them off to others.
I see it, and I hate it.
