(Club Chrome MC 2) All Dogs Bite by Alexx Andria Page B

in-and-out? It’s so much more than that, little girl. Your body craves dominance just as your mind balks at it.”
    “W-what do you mean?” she dared to ask, sucking in a wild breath when his finger trailed the seam of her behind, pausing to gentle probe between the two halves. “What are you doing? No…I don’t want to do that…” it was a plea — a half-hearted plea at best because truth be told, she was curious but afraid of what that curiosity meant. Good girls didn’t allow men to put their — their cock — in that place. But what if it felt half as good as when Bronx skewered her with his lovely thing in her lady place? Sweat beaded her brow as she begged, “Please, Bronx…”
    “Oh sweetheart, I love when you beg. So pretty, so sweet…but I’m going to let you in on a little secret…I don’t care what you want. If I want to fuck that luscious ass of yours, I’m going to do it. Every inch of your body belongs to me right now. Every soft, squeezable inch. You hear me?” He slapped her behind again, this time she cried out but her hips lifted as if wanting more.
    Her cheeks burned in concert with the heat on her behind and she mewled in confusion. How could she enjoy that? Was she some kind of deviant? He chuckled, and the sound tickled her deep inside, as if he were strumming her G-spot with a finger or sliding that clever tongue of his around her hot, little pleasure button.
    He knew how to make her squirm but how? How easily he found her weakness. Was she just another woman in a long line of them? Probably. But even knowing that…she couldn’t stop wanting him. No, in fact, she yearned for his touch unlike anything she’d ever experienced and it was both mortifying as it was fascinating and if she could pull back and watch from afar she’d likely find the whole situation riveting.
    But she wasn’t watching from afar, she was here, now, quivering under his hot gaze, hoping desperately that he would push her beyond her own boundaries so that she could helplessly tumble into her own pleasure without worrying about her good girl status. She wanted to feel alive and Bronx, as crazy as it was, sparked something to life in her that she never knew existed.
    Was this what the beginning of obsession felt like? This endless need to touch and be touched by a certain someone? To be so hopelessly craven in your need to feel them inside you? Good grief, she was there. Bronx was her new obsession and she needed him to do to her what she didn’t dare in her deepest fantasies because she wasn’t that kind of girl.
    But that’s the thing…apparently, she was that kind of girl. Dirty — needy — perverted. All the things she’d been raised not to be.
    And Bronx didn’t seem to mind at all. No…in fact, Bronx seemed to like that about her.
    Bronx’ fingers were back between her slit, only this time he slid down to the wet folds, smearing the dewy moisture back and forth, slicking his fingers and pushing inside her drenched core. He wiggled his fingers and pushed harder, popping a cry from her mouth as his touch thrilled even as it hurt a little. But the pain melted as she lifted her hips and he pulled her to him so that her behind was practically in his face and she held her breath, wildly unsure of how flattering this angle was for her and scared that she looked like a beached whale floundering in a net. But he must’ve sensed her sudden anxiety because his touch gentled and where he’d slapped her behind, he brushed the sweetest, most tender kiss.
    “Your ass is perfect,” he told her in an almost reluctantly reverent tone. “All soft flesh and tender skin, like a baby’s.” She shivered when he nipped at her skin, the subtle pinch of his teeth inciting a riot inside her body as his fingers slid between her folds to seek and find the swollen part of her that begged for his touch. “I’ve dreamed of a woman like you…all mine, in all ways.” That part shocked her but before she could react,