Perfect Bastard (by Mary D. Sant) novel Chapter 59

Chapter 59:

He held my gaze, staring at me with authority, reinforcing his command & drinked fire to wanted me to

thought against my body’s own desire, which longed to obey him. She hy was so sure we? That was for proser with Whangar arguments usually ended this way, all the anger was transformed into wild deste, had didn’t have the will on the strength

“We’ll talk later. This doesn’t mean you win. I’m just taking what I wear,” I said.

“We’ll definitely talk. Now, obey,”

I let my purse drop to the floor and pretended I was about to kneel, but then stood back up, amilling mucatively,

“You really think I’m just going to obey after all this?”

“You’ve pushed enough for one night,” he said, with frustration flashing in his eyes.

“Let’s do it this way…” I took a step toward him and traced my finger down the center of his muscalier chest. “ou’re going to use diat anger of yours for something useful.” I turned my back and started to pull my red dress or my head, letting it fall to the floor. “Two rules,” I said over my shoulder, moving my hair to one side. “From behind, and no kissing, I don’t wait to have to look at you

A second later, he surprised me, pressing my body roughly against the wall, making me feel his hand, thick cock pressing me my Z

Grabbing my hair, he pushed my cheek against the wall and growled through gritted teeth into my eat.

“You know how to act like a dirty bitch when you want to. Either way, it doesn’t matter, being gentle wasn’t in my plats.”

“Stop talking.”

Dropping behind me, he yanked down my lace panties, dragging them across my clit, the friction intensifying as he pulled harder,

I bit my lip to stifle a moan. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. I squeered my thighs together, savoring the pleasure. Oh my Godt

With a sharp, deliciously painful tug, the fabric ripped, leaving me breathless.

Standing again, he used his foot to spread my legs wider, making sure to lightly kick off my black stilettos. Wider. You know how whispered against my ear, his lips brushing my skin, making me smile. Bastard.

“Need more time to get it working?” I taunted.

Over my shoulder, I saw him toss the towel aside before pressing his cock between my checks, his fingers gripping my

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sputne mo hrs, wed my swollen, aching nipples longed for his touch, just like my clit did.

Without entering a het, te grabbed my wrists, pulling my arms behind my back, just above my ass. He pressed my chest Border into the

well, burying himself deeper, and pushing me to the edge. Filling me so thoroughly, I let out a loud moan from deep in my throat.

“Buck, you’re fight,” he growled behind me, pounding harder, sending shivers down my spine.

My body was burning hot. I could barely keep my legs steady. Keeping up with his thrusts was always a challenge, but right now, there was an extra energy in him, fueled by his irritation, making him even more wild and determined.

I had to close my eyes to withstand the pace, my body absorbing every wave of pleasure his movements sent crashing through me. Fast

and hard, relentlessly.

The sounds of our heavy breathing and moans mixed with the wet slapping of his thrusts. As if it wasn’t enough, he lifted one of my legs, gripping between my thigh and knee, forcing me to bend it.

“Fuck, that ass of yours is devilish,” he growled, sliding deeper with force.

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