“Hey, Vix,” he whispers.
“Yeah?”
“You realize I am still going to beat the living hell out of the schmuck the second he’s back, right?”
“What?” I ask, half moaning.
“You heard me; I’m going to make sure the mother fucker never comes near you again.”
Unable to concentrate on his hand, I sit up and cover myself.
“Why are we talking about him right now? I thought you weren’t mad about it.”
Jerking me by the hips back down the bed, he growls. “Stay the fuck still,” he warns.
He puts all of his weight on me, resuming his finger massage over the folds of my pussy. It feels incredible but I’m irritated that he just mentioned Gabe while he’s touching me.
“Pax,” I moan in frustration, “What the hell are you doing? I asked you a question!”
“I’m doing my Goddamn job!” he barks, continuing his methodical assault.
I moan even louder as my body betrays me. My mind is angry, but his hand is even angrier as he begins to fuck me with his fingers.
“Jesus fuck, Pax! Will you just slow down for a second?” I pant.
He ignores me, knowing full well I’m pissed but past the point of being able to ignore the building climax as his thumb works my clit only the way he knows how. I press myself harder into his hand, matching his movements and his rhythm and my heart throbs in my chest.
Running his tongue up my neck to my ear, he stops to whisper.
“Do you still want me to stop, Vixen? Because I think you are enjoying my wrath and you’re about to spill your hate all over my fingers.”
“Holy fuck!” I whimper, gripping the sheets. My entire body trembles as my orgasm rips through every nerve ending in my body leaving me breathless. “How the hell do you do this to me every time?”
I look over at him smiling wickedly as he licks his fingers and winks.
“I just know you need to be angry to climax; you’ve been like this forever and fuck do you taste good.”
I smile at him, loving the way he looks at me and how hard his dick is against my thigh. I grab it and stroke it, leaning down to take him into my mouth but he stops me.
“Uh-uh, I don’t think so,” he cautions.
“Why the hell not?”
He grabs my wrists and in one swift movement, he flips me face down and smacks my ass.
“Because I’m about to hate-fuck the sin out of you,” he seethes, “and when I’m done, we are going to have a chat about the schmuck once I’m not so fucking angry!”
“Fine, Pax, fuck away then!”
“I’m not asking for your permission. I’m warning you,” he advises.
As always, my pussy reacts to his tone and begins to ache in need again just from the way he talks to me and controls me with his man-beast temper.
“Lift that fucking ass so I can see that pussy, Vixen, and take a deep breath.”
I do, knowing that he’s pissed at Gabe, and this is how he’s going to calm himself, so I inhale sharply knowing he is going to be more physical than usual. Not that I mind. I like that my body is his temple.
He’s forceful and rough as he drives himself into me and I grip the bars in the headboard for stability, listening to his carnal sounds of appreciation. There is no slack in is impaling movements that feel like I’m being slammed by a freight train as he runs one hand onto my breast and squeezes it hard and his other onto my pussy to assault my clit again.
I give in to the feeling, closing my eyes, loving every dirty second of it and he knows it. I can’t help but push myself back to meet his every thrust, which is both pleasure and pain against my pussy and inside my stomach.
The harsher I moan, the louder he growls and the stricter his penetration becomes.
“Fuck yes,” he groans. “Maybe fucking you like this will teach you not to make hasty decisions without me.”
“Not likely,” I grunt, trying to bear down and accept his aggression.
“Is. That. Right?”
His tone is more destructive than I’ve ever heard from him as he lets go of my breast and wraps my hair around his fist, jerking it hard as he continues on pounding into me.
“You might be a fucking masochist, Vixen, but I’ve got you beat,” he hisses into my ear. “I’m trained not to give a fuck what you think, how you feel, or what you want. So, I can keep this up for hours, but if you come for me, again, I’ll stop and return the favor.”
“What did you just say?”
I stop moving to his tempo and drop to my stomach, waiting for him to realize I’m done.
“What the fuck, Vix?” he asks, letting go of my hair. “I almost had you right where I wanted you.”
“Get the fuck off of me, Pax.”
I roll over and look up at him trying to breathe, but his words keep playing in my head on a loop.
“What happened?” he asks, “Why do you look so upset?”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I sit up and punch him in the peck so hard I groan in pain.
“Well don’t hurt yourself, shit,” he laughs, seemingly confused.
“It’s not funny, you big dummy! God! Did you even hear what you just said to me?”
He shrugs and shakes his head
