Page 69 of Ricochet
“Maybe.”
My bra went flying in two different directions as he tore it apart with his hands, and my underwear quickly dropped to the ground, tangled with his pants. He left the gun on the ground and swiftly grabbed my hips, squeezing tightly. Goosebumps broke all over my skin as he started tracing circles with his thumbs, slowly moving between my breasts, the cold metal on his belt, following their lead.
“Are you sure that you want this, birdy?”
God fucking dammit, don’t be sweet on me.
“Kill,” I moaned as he circled over my nipples. “I’m begging you.”
“I need to hear those words.”
His cock nestled against my stomach as he lowered his head and kissed my neck.
“I just want to fucking feel something, Kill,” I cried out. “I need to feel something else besides this shit inside me, tearing me apart.”
His lips trailed from my collarbone, over the burned skin there, pain and pleasure mixing together. He pulled my legs up, wrapping them around his waist, and started the slow descent toward my pussy, spreading the lips in his path.
“We need to get you ready, birdy.”
“Just fuck me already.”
“Tsk-tsk.” He placed a kiss on my cheek. “Not so fast.”
He pinched my clit, and started sliding his hand toward my opening.
“Fuck, Ophelia. You’re already wet.”
“Yes.” I tilted my head back as his lips moved from my cheek to my neck, and back to my lips. Before I could even take my next breath, he pushed two fingers inside, my back arching immediately, my breasts rubbing against his shirt.
The friction felt good, like a sweet oblivion, combined with the slow strokes he was assaulting me with. I started protesting as he removed his fingers, but in the next moment, something hard landed on my neck, and a clicking sound told me it was his belt that he tied around my neck.
There was no sound, not a word uttered between us, as he dropped my legs, ripping the foil of the condom packet off, and putting it on his hard cock. Goddamn, and all of the saints.
He stroked himself, and I don’t know what the fuck it was about men pleasuring themselves, but it evoked something primal inside me.
“Kill,” I protested. In a blink of an eye, he was holding me up, and slammed inside.
“Holy fucking shit!”
He didn’t wait for me to adjust to his size, and just like the animal he was, and just like the fucked-up person that I was, he started fucking me with slow, punishing strokes, hitting all the right spots. His other hand pulled at the belt he secured around my neck, and the pain from the injuries I had, the strain on my neck, his hooded eyes looking at me as if I were something to be held and not something to be destroyed, were driving me insane.
“Faster,” I urged. “I need you to go faster.”
The belt tightened, and I clenched around him more and more, his own eyes closing from pleasure. I held onto the ropes, the metal pole above my head squeaking with each move he made, fucking rearranging my insides.
“Kill!” I gritted through my teeth, and he dropped the belt, only to hug me closer, plastering me to his chest. With this position, he pistoned inside, my screams drowned out by his lips on mine.
“Do you want to come, birdy?” he purred against my lips. “I can feel you squeezing my cock.”
“Oh God.” My eyes rolled to the back of my head, the black dots appearing in front of me. “Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy…” I trailed off, but he was relentless.
He started slowing down, and just before I could protest, the shackles holding my wrists unlocked, and he pulled us to the ground, with me straddling him.
“I want you to ride me, Ophelia.”
I could feel the throbbing of his cock inside, my heartbeat going crazy, and I leaned down, pushing his shirt up, revealing his strong abs. Oh fuck me sideways, he had a motherfucking V there.
I let my legs drop to the sides, and I started lifting myself up and down, sliding on his length, as he held my hips, letting me set the tempo.
