Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“You can suck it later. Right now, I need to remind this pussy who it belongs to.”
My eyes swung back up to his. We both knew my pussy didn’t belong to him. At least not long-term. Maybe while this lasted, it did. It made me hot when he said it, so I didn’t argue.
His hand came down on my ass hard, and I cried out.
“Do you like to be spanked, Lollipop?”
“Yes,” I panted. “More.”
He did it again.
“Harder, Trev. Spank me harder,” I begged.
“You want me to punish you?” he asked as his palm hit my now-tender butt. “For letting that bastard have this pussy. He didn’t fucking deserve it.” He was spanking me harder now. I could hear his heavy breathing. “Thinking about him getting to touch you. Fuck you. Makes me so goddamn furious that I want to make him suffer.”
Trev’s hands grabbed my hips, and he slammed into me with one hard thrust. “FUCK, this pussy is soaking wet. Did spanking do this to you?”
“Yes, and your words,” I said, looking at him over my shoulder.
He slid out slowly, then pressed back inside of me, hitting that magical place that I loved. “You got wet because I’m ready to fucking kill a man for touching you?”
Not the kill part, that concerned me, but hearing him talk like that while inside of me was a turn-on. I moaned loudly. What was wrong with me?
He laughed and grabbed my hair in his fist, pulling my head back. “Did he come in this pussy?” His voice was angry.
Why was he asking me that? I didn’t want to talk about that with him.
“DID HE COME IN MY PUSSY?!” he roared.
“Yes,” I cried.
Trev began thrusting into me hard and fast. “I’m going to fill this cunt up with so much of my cum that you forget anyone else’s was ever there.”
“Yes! Please!” I begged. “I just want your cum. All of it. I want to feel it filling me up. Over and over again.”
“Keep talking with that dirty little mouth,” he groaned.
“His dick didn’t stretch me like yours. It didn’t hit that place deep inside me that feels incredible. I love how your big dick barely fits inside of me. I can feel it pulse.” I stopped talking as my climax hit me and cried out, my body shaking with each tremor.
Trev’s body spasmed behind me, and then he locked up just before his cock jerked inside me. “FUUUCK! Take it!” he growled.
“Yes. It feels so good. I want to have it leaking in my panties the rest of the day. Give it all to me.”
I pressed back onto him, and his fingers dug into my skin.
“Goddamn,” he muttered as his dick continued to throb inside of me. Trev ran his hand over my butt gently. “I think I left marks.”
“Good.”
When his eyes met mine, he grinned. My favorite kind. The Trev grin that had drawn me in the first time I saw him.
“I should have left my teeth marks on it. I owe you several bite marks.”
I wiggled my bottom at him while he was still buried inside of me.
His eyes darkened. “I’ve got to go check on things. Don’t start that.”
I bit down on my bottom lip, and he pulled out of me with a groan.
“Lie on your back and open your legs. I want to see my cum leaking out of your pussy before I go. That bastard will start talking again, and I need this image in my head to keep me calm.”
I turned over, opening my legs for him, then did a little squeeze with my vaginal walls to make the cum seep out. Trev watched as he pulled his pants back up. I slipped a finger down to play with it.
“Jesus Christ,” he whispered, then said, “Rub it around.”
I took some and coated my lips and clit, then lifted my fingers to my mouth and sucked.
His eyes flared. “Damn, you should come with a warning label.”
I laughed, then closed my legs and sat up. If I kept doing this, I would need to get off again.
Trev tossed me my bottoms. “Get covered up. I don’t want anyone seeing you like that.”
His phone started ringing, and his expression immediately changed. “I’ve got to go. I’ll be back later.”
Was he going to see Tyde? I wanted to ask, but I was afraid of the answer.
“Okay.”
Twenty-Three
Trev
Stepping down into the underground, I was calmer than when I had left. Gypsi had helped that more than the whiskey had. Gage’s evil laugh rang through the tunnel. He loved this shit. There was no way Shiloh, his girlfriend, knew how fucked up he was. She was so damn nice and normal.
I entered the room Blaise was keeping the bastard in and saw his blood had dried on his face. His pallor wasn’t good. Probably from all the blood loss. I didn’t give a fuck.