tip.
“Fuck,” he moaned, “deeper, babe.”
Ginny tried to comply with that request too, slowly sliding her mouth down around the length of his shaft. She could only get about halfway there before hitting the back of her throat, but did her best to make up for it by stroking the base with one hand and kneading his balls with the other.
Torch could feel himself getting even harder and longer as she went at him like a Hoover—sucking, stroking, moaning.
She smiled up at him, eyes wide. “You like that?” she tried saying, mouth full of throbbing biker dick.
“Mmhmm.” Yeah, fuck yeah he liked it. But then something else jolted through him as a ray of light hit her hazel eyes. For a split second, the illumination brought out a hint of green in them and his mind flashed to a different pair.
Fucking Livia, eyes the color of jade. Eyes surrounded by bruises.
Son of a bitch.
“Enough,” he snapped at Ginny, feeling his dick softening as anger started boiling within him.
She released him from her mouth, looking confused.
“On the bed,” he demanded. “Face down, ass up.”
Ginny sprung up and shimmied out of her shorts in a hurry. She didn’t bother losing her top before following directions and hopping onto the bed. Torch took off his cut and shirt, and stepped out of his jeans. He grabbed her thighs and yanked her closer to the edge.
“You want it rough, baby?” she cooed.
“Shut up. No talking,” he snapped.
He didn’t want to hear her voice, didn’t want to see her face. He just wanted to pound the shit out of her pussy—which could have been anybody’s at that moment for all he cared—just to get out the frustration of not being able to pound the face of whoever had fucked up Livia’s body.
Ginny got the hint and buried her head in a pillow. Torch snagged a condom and tore it open with his teeth.
His eyes narrowed at the bare ass in front of him. He wanted to imagine it was Livia’s, so that was what he did.
“I don’t appreciate being treated like a fucking charity case.”
How the hell had he treated her like a charity case? Christ, she needed a fucking spanking for running that dirty mouth at him. Just thinking about her getting all worked up made his dick start twitching again.
When the bare ass in front of him had been warmed, Torch pulled his arm back and brought it back down with an open-handed smack. Ginny squirmed, but her whimpering was muffled by the pillow, so he reached back and did it again.
And again.
Not hard enough to bruise, but definitely hard enough to turn the surface of her skin a bright red.
All the while, picturing it as Liv’s and hearing her voice between slaps.
“Shut the fuck up.”
Slap.
“No one tells me shit.”
Slap.
“You’re more broken than I am.”
Slap. Slap. Slap.
Jesus, why did her bitching turn him on so much?
He was back to being hard as a rock, and had to stop before busting a nut just from using his fucking imagination. He flashed back to the image of Liv’s exposed wounds as he traced the bruises and looked under that bandage at what looked like a nasty knife wound.
Instant rage.
He rolled the condom on, not bothering to check if she was wet and ready before positioning himself at her entrance. He didn’t care. His hips thrust into her with all the force he could muster, causing her back to arch and head to pull up in shock. If he was hurting her, she didn’t say shit. They never did. Club skanks took as they got and didn’t give a fuck who was giving it to them.
He slammed into her over and over, balls slapping her clit so hard that they stung. Sweat poured off his brow and fell in drops along her lower back, but he kept going until all of his anger had worked its way to the surface and exploded with one final thrust. Torch waited for the release that usually came from the last spasm in his groin. It didn’t happen. He was just as fucking frustrated as before.
Ginny scooted out from under him and sat back against
“Fuck,” he moaned, “deeper, babe.”
Ginny tried to comply with that request too, slowly sliding her mouth down around the length of his shaft. She could only get about halfway there before hitting the back of her throat, but did her best to make up for it by stroking the base with one hand and kneading his balls with the other.
Torch could feel himself getting even harder and longer as she went at him like a Hoover—sucking, stroking, moaning.
She smiled up at him, eyes wide. “You like that?” she tried saying, mouth full of throbbing biker dick.
“Mmhmm.” Yeah, fuck yeah he liked it. But then something else jolted through him as a ray of light hit her hazel eyes. For a split second, the illumination brought out a hint of green in them and his mind flashed to a different pair.
Fucking Livia, eyes the color of jade. Eyes surrounded by bruises.
Son of a bitch.
“Enough,” he snapped at Ginny, feeling his dick softening as anger started boiling within him.
She released him from her mouth, looking confused.
“On the bed,” he demanded. “Face down, ass up.”
Ginny sprung up and shimmied out of her shorts in a hurry. She didn’t bother losing her top before following directions and hopping onto the bed. Torch took off his cut and shirt, and stepped out of his jeans. He grabbed her thighs and yanked her closer to the edge.
“You want it rough, baby?” she cooed.
“Shut up. No talking,” he snapped.
He didn’t want to hear her voice, didn’t want to see her face. He just wanted to pound the shit out of her pussy—which could have been anybody’s at that moment for all he cared—just to get out the frustration of not being able to pound the face of whoever had fucked up Livia’s body.
Ginny got the hint and buried her head in a pillow. Torch snagged a condom and tore it open with his teeth.
His eyes narrowed at the bare ass in front of him. He wanted to imagine it was Livia’s, so that was what he did.
“I don’t appreciate being treated like a fucking charity case.”
How the hell had he treated her like a charity case? Christ, she needed a fucking spanking for running that dirty mouth at him. Just thinking about her getting all worked up made his dick start twitching again.
When the bare ass in front of him had been warmed, Torch pulled his arm back and brought it back down with an open-handed smack. Ginny squirmed, but her whimpering was muffled by the pillow, so he reached back and did it again.
And again.
Not hard enough to bruise, but definitely hard enough to turn the surface of her skin a bright red.
All the while, picturing it as Liv’s and hearing her voice between slaps.
“Shut the fuck up.”
Slap.
“No one tells me shit.”
Slap.
“You’re more broken than I am.”
Slap. Slap. Slap.
Jesus, why did her bitching turn him on so much?
He was back to being hard as a rock, and had to stop before busting a nut just from using his fucking imagination. He flashed back to the image of Liv’s exposed wounds as he traced the bruises and looked under that bandage at what looked like a nasty knife wound.
Instant rage.
He rolled the condom on, not bothering to check if she was wet and ready before positioning himself at her entrance. He didn’t care. His hips thrust into her with all the force he could muster, causing her back to arch and head to pull up in shock. If he was hurting her, she didn’t say shit. They never did. Club skanks took as they got and didn’t give a fuck who was giving it to them.
He slammed into her over and over, balls slapping her clit so hard that they stung. Sweat poured off his brow and fell in drops along her lower back, but he kept going until all of his anger had worked its way to the surface and exploded with one final thrust. Torch waited for the release that usually came from the last spasm in his groin. It didn’t happen. He was just as fucking frustrated as before.
Ginny scooted out from under him and sat back against
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