"Mine."
Faster.
"Only."
Thrust.
"Fucking."
Thrust.
"Mine."
Over and over against until my tempo is savage and relentless and until I know I'm close to coming. But I'm not done with her.
I stop. Holding her by the back of her head and watching has tears stain her flushed cheeks. She gasps deep as I finally slide my dick out, and then she starts panting as she looks up at me. "Hmm, baby," I chuckle sadistically, running my thumb over the curve of her swollen lips. "You're so fucking cute."
I help her up to her feet and immediately pull her into me. She moans into my mouth as I take her lips into mine. I can tell she's thankful for the relief of my unrelenting thrusts, soothing her over with my tongue as she melts into me. She's grinding herself over my leg and I spread her thighs with my knee to assist her, pushing into her for the slightest amount of friction.
"You need me, don't you, Olivia? You want me to take care of that pretty pussy of yours?" I murmur across her lips.
She nods her head against me, her eyes greedy for a release. I've got her right where I want her. Vulnerable enough to open up the fucking gates of her caged emotions, leaving the doors unlocked. It'll allow me to penetrate that reserve of hers and unleash fear and pain to overwhelm her, making her succumb to her reality.
One, that she belongs to me.
Two, that she will be fucking free of the shadows that she keeps hidden and contained.
She will be vindicated.
I pull away from the kiss and squeeze her cheeks together, watching her eyes go wide as the very clearmark of arousal coats her cheeks in the prettiest fucking pink.
“I need to fuck you,” I tell her, a primal determination taking over. "I need to fuck every little whimper out of you, Olivia. I want to own every one of your orgasms and make you realize that the only nightmare you're allowed in your head is me."
She surrenders herself to me when I grip her by the front of her throat and pull her mouth into mine. Her tongue slides against mine, teasing my piercing before she sucks my bottom lip between her teeth. Her brazenness expands a kernel of need tight in my stomach as I greedily drag the air from her lungs, kissing her with so much fucking aggression that I know I've made it hard for her to breath.
But when she finally catches her breath, her hand reaches out for my cock. Her soft, warm hand grips me and her finger plays with my piercing. She doesn't let her eyes wonder, staring straight to the depths of my fucking soul. She elicits a ravening groan from me before she leans up and brushes her lips across mine.
“Then fuck me,” she responds and I don't wait another second.
I lift her up by the back of thighs, rushing her over to the mirrors. She wraps her legs around me as I push her up against the surface, her back hitting it hard enough to cause it to shake and we hear screams let out in response to it on the other side, but neither of us stops. Our movements are fevered and rushed, as I rip through the hole in her tights even more, making the opening wider. Then I stretch the fabric over her panties to the side and line myself up against her entrance. She balances herself by gripping my shoulders,clenching her fists into the fabric of my hoodie and eagerly looking in my eyes as focus on steadying her with one hand, while guiding myself in with the other.
“Tell me if it’s too much, Olivia. Tell me if I need to stop, and I will.”
She simply nods while biting her lip, but that's not clear enough for me.
"Your words, baby. You know I need to hear you say it."
"I'll tell you, Trace. Please, don't make me wait any longer," she begs and then I push into her.
She immediately throws her head back, moaning as she grinds her body against mine. I thrust into her over and over again, hitting her deep every time. She’s so loud, I worry someone might actually hear her but through the whir of the chainsaw, the screams resounding, and the music that plays overhead, I don’t fucking care.
I feel my piercing every time I thrust in and out, pressing against her tight walls.Fuck, I've never needed to come so fucking bad before. The way she moans into my slightly parted lips kindles an unbridled animistic need in my soul; I need to claim her.
“God damn, Olivia. You’re so fucking tight.” I drive my hips into her, over and over as I take her further into the inescapable and all-consuming abyss with me.
Her eyes roll back, whimpers falling from her parted lips. She looks so fucking good like this, giving herself up to me, letting me fuck her into oblivion. Her lipstick is smeared, mascara runs down her face, tights are torn. Obsessed is not even remotely close to how I want to describe the way I feel right now.
Visceral. Haunted. Enraptured.
