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The Skull Crusher (Skull 2) Penelope Sky 2022/8/5 16:51:54

His hand fisted my hair, and he kissed me hard, kissed me like my performance turned him on so deeply. He claimed me as his own, made me feel like his woman, not his prisoner. His hand slid between my legs, and he slipped two fingers inside my cunt. When he felt the wetness lubricate his fingertips, he moaned into my mouth. “Get on my dick. Now.” He released my hair and pulled his fingers out of my cunt. Then he grabbed his length and pointed his head at my entrance.

I was lost in a trance, but I had to focus on my goal. I had to focus on the reason I’d come in here in the first place. “I want to see my family tomorrow.” I rose on my knees so he couldn’t force his way between my lips.

He wore the exact same expression, as if he didn’t hear a word I said. “They say you should never provoke a hungry bear. That’s when they’re the most violent, the most unpredictable.”

I recognized the threat in his tone.

“Now fuck me.” He grabbed my hips and dragged me down.

I fought against him. “Take me to see my family tomorrow, and I will.”

The anger entered his gaze, and his jaw tightened so deeply it seemed like it might snap. “I’ll think about it.”

“No. I want your word.”

His nostrils flared as he stared me down.

“You aren’t going to fuck me until I get what I want.”

“And you’re going to regret doing this to me.” His hand moved to my neck, and he squeezed me gently. “I will punish you.”

I could deal with the punishment later, but I needed to see my brothers now. “I don’t care.”

His eyes shifted back and forth as he looked into mine. His cock was still rock-hard underneath me, like my disobedience turned him on even more. “Alright. I will take you to see your family tomorrow.”

I’d finally secured what I wanted, a bit of freedom to tell my brothers what happened to me. They were probably worried sick. They probably even called Lucian to figure out what happened. There was nothing my brothers wouldn’t do for me, even speak to that asshole.

“And you will pay for this little stunt.” He yanked me hard down his length, forcing himself inside without giving me the gentleness I was used to. He pulled me down all the way so his entire length could sit inside me, surrounded by my wetness and tightness. He inhaled a deep breath as he enjoyed it, his cock twitching noticeably inside me. “Fuck me. Hard.” He guided my hips up and down, showing me the pace he wanted.

I finally secured what I wanted, even though I would pay for it later, so I upheld my end of the bargain. I gripped his shoulders and bounced up and down, taking his length all the way to his balls. He was impressively long, so I had to rise high before I slid back down to sheathe his entire length.

Once Balto got what he wanted, he rested his hands on my thighs and watched me fuck him. He watched my tits shake and my thighs tighten as I slid up and down, taking in every single inch the way he liked. “You’re going to be so sore tomorrow, baby. I promise you.”

He made good on his word.

I woke up the next morning feeling the pain between my legs. He took me all night long, and even when I fell asleep, he climbed on top of me and fucked me anyway. My small size couldn’t take his huge cock for more than a few hours, and now I was paying the price for having something so large inside me, fucking me so hard indefinitely.

I opened my eyes and looked beside me, seeing that Balto was dead asleep. His muscular chest rose and fell slowly with his deep breaths, and it was surprising how much he resembled a bear in hibernation. He was massive, intimidating, and still terrifying even when he was asleep.

Despite the pain I experienced, I’d still slept well.

It was nice having him in the building through the night.

I knew Balto would keep his word and take me to see my brothers, so I got in the shower and got ready for the day. The weather was cooling now that we were in the middle of autumn, so I wore jeans and a long-sleeved shirt with a v neck. Balto didn’t just buy me slutty clothes that made me look like a whore. He also had purchased jeans and t-shirts, casual stuff I could wear while getting a cup of coffee. Lucian was different. He wanted me dressed like a beauty queen at all times.

I made a bowl of cereal when Balto came down the hallway. In his black sweatpants with slightly messy hair, he poured himself a cup of coffee then opened the fridge.