Page 173 of Broken by my Bully

“Jesus, you’re playing with fire.” He throttles myhand, forcing me to grip him harder, to drag his cock against my clit at a punishing pressure that’s sending me spiraling to a climax.

My hips buck, and I can’t control them anymore than I can control him.

When he bites my earlobe and growls, “You’re gonna burn, bitch,” into my ear like a feral thing, a fierce shock tears through me.

I’m panting as I release the knife so I can fumble between us for my underwear.

I need him inside me.

Like right fucking now.

And from the way his breathing picks up, how the hand holding mine holding his cock trembles, he wants it too.

So why the fuck, when I rip my underwear aside, does he pull back? Why does he just hover there, an inch from me, so close I can feel his heat, and not fuck me?

“Do it,” I push through clenched teeth.

His staggered exhale coats the side of my neck. Then he presses his lips to my skin, so soft I can barely feel it.

“You don’t deserve my dick inside you, slut.”

A shudder races through me. I groan, turning my head, seeking his mouth with mine.

But he turns his head, and all I’m kissing is hair as he jerks off an inch from my cunt.

Urgent, violent tugs that end with his fingers thumping against my pussy. Each strike feels like a punch, and in seconds, I’m coming.

Thump.

Thump.

My back arches, my legs splaying wide as I lose all control.

“There she is. My filthy little liar. The only honest thing about you is how you come for me.”

And then he groans, and his hot cum jets against my pussy, and my clit, and the side of my leg. He drags my hand off his cock, grabbing my cunt, smearing his cum all over me as my fingers try to dig through thecarpet.

The base of his palm grinds against my clit, nearly sending me through the fucking roof.

“Not enough for you, slut?” he growls in my ear.

Several of his fingers spear into me, pushing his cum inside.

“Take it all. Every drop. I want you dripping with my cum when you see our precious professor tomorrow.”

I don’t know if I’m trying to encourage him, or stop him, but I grab his cock and I squeeze.

He rewards me with a hissed, “Jesus,” and starts pumping into my hand with short, powerful bursts of his hips.

“Yeah, baby, don’t stop. I’m so close,” Melissa purrs by the bed.

I don’t want to think about what’s happening over there. I have too much to deal with over here.

Kai groans, his thrusting hips speeding up. He keeps pressure with his palm, starts circling my clit, then grinding it, so rough it hurts, so hard I clap a hand over my mouth when I come again so I don’t scream out loud.

He fucks me with his fingers as mercilessly, brutally, as he did by the tree only a few days ago.

I’m fucking wrecked. Body limp and unresponsive.