Cruz (Dark and Dirty Sinners' MC #5) - Serena Akeroyd Page 0,17

cock, but though she was dripping, the second I was inside her, I felt it.

That fucking disconnect.

It was jarring as fuck for me, so I didn’t know how it was for her.

Something changed, like the click of a switch, shifting from ‘on’ to ‘off’ and I didn’t know why, but I always sensed when that happened.

When her reactions turned from natural and responsive to mechanical, before morphing into passive then, quite frankly, onto dead.

She bounced on top of me, her eyes glassy. Both from the orgasm of before, but also because she was switched off. The sight had my arousal dying, and I’d admit, I got angry.

I was turned on like fuck. I ached for her. Literally ached. And for whatever dumb fuck reason, I hadn’t blown my wad in a willing clubwhore, even though I knew I was making a liar of myself because she’d turned me into a masochist.

So the sight of her bouncing on top of me like a sex doll infuriated me.

I knew she was into this. I knew she was, so I did something I regretted the second I did it.

I slapped her ass, hard, and ground out, “Enough, Indy.”

The spank had her freezing, but she tipped her head down at me, and even as I expected her to give me shit—well-deserved too, because that hadn’t been a little love tap, it had to sting like a bitch—she licked her lips.

Jesus, this woman.

She liked it. She liked the spank.

At that moment, she shoved me toward a pivotal crossroads.

She wasn’t going to change. Couldn’t change, in fact. How could she change what had been set in stone since she was a kid?

The way she went through the motions of sex told me this was some kind of coping mechanism, but I didn’t get why, even as smart as I fucking was, and that was the most tragic thing of all because I’d never seen a more beautiful, more sensual woman in my life.

She was glorious when she came. So surprised and shocked and overwhelmed and joyous that I got drunk on her. But… shit, there was always a but.

This wasn’t going to work forever. Hell, maybe not even another week.

She liked the spank though.

I saw it with my own eyes.

Testing the hypothesis like the good scientist I was, I did it again.

Just as hard.

Her pussy clenched around me.

Fuck.

She did like it.

Jesus.

I’d told myself I’d stop with this shit, because the games in S and M were just too fucking complicated and, in the past, in all honesty, I’d been a crappy Dom, but, Christ, how could I back away when she seemed to like it? And I fucking liked her?

Two spanks did not a sub make, however, so I carried on. Pummeling her ass with the flat of my hand in time to the movement of her hips.

Her eyes weren’t glassy anymore, her cheeks were flushed with heat, and her skin was dewy with perspiration and exertion. Shaky breaths escaped her, and her pussy fluttered around me, drenching me in her juices, coating me in her arousal.

Needing more affirmative proof, I reared up which had her jumping in surprise, not enough to prompt that disconnect though, and I grabbed her hair, furling the tail around my fist before I yanked her head back.

Hard enough to hurt.

Hard enough for her to slap me.

Her pussy clenched around me so hard I didn’t know how I didn’t blow my load.

Her nails made an appearance in my shoulders as she dug her fingers into them, and she began grinding into me even as I tilted her throat back and went for the final experiment.

I suckled the tender flesh, priming the skin, readying her for something she couldn’t have anticipated. With a final tug on her hair, I moved in for the kill.

I bit her.

Hard.

She screamed.

At first, I thought she was telling me to fuck off, to get off her, but she wasn’t.

She was climaxing.

I’d never felt anything more magnificent in my fucking life. I roared with her as the pulsating pussy that was like manna from the Gods drew my own orgasm out of me. I felt like I came and I came and I fucking came, understanding that whole, ‘I came, I saw, I conquered,’ shit for the first time in my life because triumph surged through my veins at the same time as my orgasm did.

But nothing compared to the sound of her sobbing out her release, of the tension in her body as she experienced the first