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Authors: Holly S. Roberts
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stomach.
The air woofs from her lungs and I grab her and lift her from the floor. We’re facing each other and I’m ready for a head butt. Instead, she lands a solid kick in my thigh with her shoe. Her movement causes pain in my broken wrist too. Her hands come up and she grabs my ears almost ripping the fuckers off. I grunt. Damn that hurt. Her nails rake the skin of my upper arm. She’s fucking strong and almost impossible to control. She moans when I tighten my hold with one arm and grab a handful of her hair with the other. This time her fingernails dig into the side of my face.
“You fucking little bitch,” I hiss. “Skull, grab another chair and we’ll tie her to it too.” I huff out with exertion. I drag her to the cot and take her down. More scrambling ensues as I roll her to her belly so I’m lying half on her with her face pushed into the cot’s thin mattress. I hold her like this while waiting for Skull to come back with a chair. I don’t give a flying fuck if she can breathe or not. My ears burn like a motherfucker. She bucks beneath me and my dick rises to attention again. What is it about this hellion that turns me the fuck on?
I like petite. She’s not even close. I like soft. Sofia is rock hard, especially with her muscles straining beneath me. She’s nothing like Savannah. At least my wife had a brain in her head. Sofia is more wrath than calculation. Savannah used her woman’s gifts to gain just about anything she wanted. It worked every time. This woman spits vinegar with a world-class right hook to back it up.
I’m aware of Red watching us with interest. I know she’s also aware of my hard dick. If she smirks, I’ll fucking carry her to the front room and toss her through the window. It will accomplish what needs doing with some added blood and pain involved.
When Skull brings the chair in, I jerk Sofia up by her hair. She gasps for air and continues fighting. It takes both of us to tie her down. Her hair is a wild tumble around her face and even that turns me on. I’m a fucking freak when it comes to this woman. I need to get out of here and jack off.
Fuck it.
“Give me a minute,” I tell Skull when I’m sure she’s secured. I charge from the room and head across the hall to Fox’s old room. Last night, I tossed out everything that belonged to him. One of the whores washed the filthy, threadbare sheets for me so I could at least sleep in the bed. I head into the bathroom and shove my pants to my knees. I groan loudly when my fingers wrap around my cock. I don’t bother with slow and controlled. I jack off to the picture in my mind of Sofia tied to that damn chair and give another groan when, two minutes later, I come hard enough to hit the lid of the toilet seat. I rest my palm against the back wall with my head down doing my best to control my breathing as the initial waves pass.
Even her name sounds good on my lips when I whisper it. “Sofia,” I say again and fuck me if my dick doesn’t jump. This woman will be the death of me.
I finally pull my pants up and secure my belt. When I turn away from the grimy toilet, I slam my fist through the wall by the door. I need the pain. One fucking day as president and this is what I get. A hand job, a pissed off Latina woman, and an ex-junky who needs a lesson in keeping her fucking trap shut.
I leave the bedroom and find Skull standing in the hallway with his arms crossed. He glares at me and shakes his head. Yeah, he knows exactly what I was doing. Fuck, I’m a sicko. I brush past him and enter the small room. Sofia’s fury greets me. I stop a foot away from her and move the wild hair covering her face behind her ears so she can clearly see what’s about to happen. Her glare burns brighter, and I’m surprised I don’t combust on the spot. Shit, my dick is already hardening again.
I drop my hand to the sheath at my waist, unsnap the top strap, and slide the knife free. Her eyes follow the knife as I walk over to the other
The air woofs from her lungs and I grab her and lift her from the floor. We’re facing each other and I’m ready for a head butt. Instead, she lands a solid kick in my thigh with her shoe. Her movement causes pain in my broken wrist too. Her hands come up and she grabs my ears almost ripping the fuckers off. I grunt. Damn that hurt. Her nails rake the skin of my upper arm. She’s fucking strong and almost impossible to control. She moans when I tighten my hold with one arm and grab a handful of her hair with the other. This time her fingernails dig into the side of my face.
“You fucking little bitch,” I hiss. “Skull, grab another chair and we’ll tie her to it too.” I huff out with exertion. I drag her to the cot and take her down. More scrambling ensues as I roll her to her belly so I’m lying half on her with her face pushed into the cot’s thin mattress. I hold her like this while waiting for Skull to come back with a chair. I don’t give a flying fuck if she can breathe or not. My ears burn like a motherfucker. She bucks beneath me and my dick rises to attention again. What is it about this hellion that turns me the fuck on?
I like petite. She’s not even close. I like soft. Sofia is rock hard, especially with her muscles straining beneath me. She’s nothing like Savannah. At least my wife had a brain in her head. Sofia is more wrath than calculation. Savannah used her woman’s gifts to gain just about anything she wanted. It worked every time. This woman spits vinegar with a world-class right hook to back it up.
I’m aware of Red watching us with interest. I know she’s also aware of my hard dick. If she smirks, I’ll fucking carry her to the front room and toss her through the window. It will accomplish what needs doing with some added blood and pain involved.
When Skull brings the chair in, I jerk Sofia up by her hair. She gasps for air and continues fighting. It takes both of us to tie her down. Her hair is a wild tumble around her face and even that turns me on. I’m a fucking freak when it comes to this woman. I need to get out of here and jack off.
Fuck it.
“Give me a minute,” I tell Skull when I’m sure she’s secured. I charge from the room and head across the hall to Fox’s old room. Last night, I tossed out everything that belonged to him. One of the whores washed the filthy, threadbare sheets for me so I could at least sleep in the bed. I head into the bathroom and shove my pants to my knees. I groan loudly when my fingers wrap around my cock. I don’t bother with slow and controlled. I jack off to the picture in my mind of Sofia tied to that damn chair and give another groan when, two minutes later, I come hard enough to hit the lid of the toilet seat. I rest my palm against the back wall with my head down doing my best to control my breathing as the initial waves pass.
Even her name sounds good on my lips when I whisper it. “Sofia,” I say again and fuck me if my dick doesn’t jump. This woman will be the death of me.
I finally pull my pants up and secure my belt. When I turn away from the grimy toilet, I slam my fist through the wall by the door. I need the pain. One fucking day as president and this is what I get. A hand job, a pissed off Latina woman, and an ex-junky who needs a lesson in keeping her fucking trap shut.
I leave the bedroom and find Skull standing in the hallway with his arms crossed. He glares at me and shakes his head. Yeah, he knows exactly what I was doing. Fuck, I’m a sicko. I brush past him and enter the small room. Sofia’s fury greets me. I stop a foot away from her and move the wild hair covering her face behind her ears so she can clearly see what’s about to happen. Her glare burns brighter, and I’m surprised I don’t combust on the spot. Shit, my dick is already hardening again.
I drop my hand to the sheath at my waist, unsnap the top strap, and slide the knife free. Her eyes follow the knife as I walk over to the other
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