CHAPTER 51
RIPPER'S'S POINT OF VIEW.
I pulled out, flipping her onto her back; she almost weighed nothing under my grip.
As her back hit the bed, her legs fell open automatically. I notched myself again, but I didn't push in. I just slapped the length of my c**k against her swollen c**t.
Once… twice… and then the third time—that was all it took for her to start jerking, almost crying out. Her sensation was building toward an explosion very fast.
“Beg for it, Dove.”
“Please—” the word ripped out of her before I finished. “.....please f**k me—please let me c*m—Rip, please.”
I drove back into her in one hot, brutal stroke, and her back bowed off the mattress. I wrapped my hands around her throat this time, my fingers pressing just enough that her vision blurred at the edges.
“Look at
