Hard Bastard(39)

He stood in front of me, eyes intense. “Do you really want to know?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I’m not sure.”

“I did a lot of things for the mob, things they told me to do and things I did just because I wanted to. I’m not a good man, Sadie.”

“You saved my life though,” I said. “That was good.”

“Maybe. But that doesn’t erase everything else I’ve done.”

“I guess not.”

He knelt down in front of me. “Are you afraid?”

“No,” I said.

“You should be. I’ve hurt men. Some women too.”

“You wouldn’t hurt me.”

“Are you sure?” He reached out and took my hair, gently pulling me toward him. My heart was racing in my chest. “How can you know what I’m capable of? Like I said, I’m a bad man.”

“You’re not a bad man,” I said. “You did what you had to do to survive.”

“Maybe,” he whispered. “Or maybe it made me fucking hard to break legs. Maybe it got me off to be strong.” His lips hovered near mine. “And I think you like that.”

“No,” I said. “I want to put men like you behind bars.”

“You want to fuck men like me. You want men like me to pin you down and fuck your wet cunt until you scream. You want to be torn apart, ripped wide open, ravage and destroyed. You’re a fucking dirty girl and you’re dripping wet right now thinking about how I’m going to fuck your pussy until you can’t breathe.”

“Gage,” I gasped. “I don’t know what I want.”

“I’ll show you.”

He kissed me, his lips hard against mine. I took a sharp breath through my nose and kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck. He pulled me closer, his hands on my ass. He was on his knees but we were still more or less even height as he kissed me, cradling my ass. I felt a thrill run through me and I was sure that I was dripping wet, soaking through my panties. Any thought of what had happened completely disappeared as I pressed my body against his. The only thing on my mind was desire.

I wanted to feel him inside of me. I wanted his big, strong cock to fuck me until I couldn’t feel anything. I wanted him to take me, because he would know what I wanted. He could give me exactly what I needed.

He pulled me to my feet. “Strip,” he said. I stepped back and took off my shirt, my bra, my yoga pants, and my panties. I stood in front of him completely naked while he undressed. He stroked his cock while he looked at me smiling, and I felt self-conscious for a second.

“On your knees,” he said.

I obeyed, dropping down. He pressed forward, taking me by the hair, and slowly slid his thick cock into my mouth.

“That’s right,” he said. “Suck that cock nice and slow at first. I want you to really fucking taste it. I want you to know that you’re mine, my dirty fucking girl.” He pressed himself deep into my throat and I suppressed a gag.

He began to fuck my mouth faster, pressing himself deep into my throat. I could hardly control myself. I put my hand between my legs and began to stroke my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body as he fucked my mouth. I took him into my throat and would let him do whatever he wanted to me whenever he wanted it.

“That’s right, moan while you suck my fucking cock, you dirty slut. Moan while you suck me off.” I kept rubbing my clit in circles, moaning with his cock down my throat.

Finally he pulled me back and stood me up. He pulled me over to the small corner table and bent me over. I put my elbows down on the wood. He spread my legs wide as I looked over my shoulder at him.

He stood back, admiring me. “Look at that pussy dripping,” he said. “God, you’re fucking incredible, Sadie. Look how fucking hard my cock is.” He stroked himself, staring at my ass. “I don’t think you can understand how badly I want you.”

I reached back between my legs again, wanting to give him a show. I slid my fingers deep inside of myself, closing my eyes and moaning. “Gage,” I groaned. “I love your big cock. I love your muscles. I need you to take me.”

“Fuck girl,” he grunted. I looked back at him, fucking myself with my fingers while he watched me, stroking his own cock.

It felt incredible to be wanted the way he wanted me. My fingers pushed deep inside of myself, moving pleasure through my body. They weren’t as good as his fingers were, but I knew how to work my own body. He stared at me with pure lust in his eyes, and I kept fucking myself, deeper and faster.

Finally, he stepped forward, grabbing my hips. He shoved me down into the table and pressed himself deep inside of me with one fluid thrust.