“I love a fertile girl. Such a fucking turn on.”
The compliment should feel hollow, but it hits me somewhere soft. This masked intruder is violating me, but he’s admiring my curves and touching my belly. It’s the only hint of softness he’s shown me, and it makes my face heat.
“I’d make a good father. When I get my fill of you tonight, I want to know all about how this happened. Do you have a boyfriend, Cindy Lou? A secret lover? Why did the father of your child not join you here in this lonely house for Christmas? Is he a monster, letting you take his seed, then bailing on you when he found out he’d knocked you up?”
He shakes his head with a disgusted snap of his tongue.
“Some men are sick, aren’t they?”
I don’t answer. I can’t. There’s no air. I’m frozen in place as he pushes the tip of his cock against my opening, holding it there wiggling it in my wet flesh with his hand, and I wonder if I would even want to fight.
Would I want him not to do what he’s about to do?
I turn my head away and close my eyes.Let him do it. Let him have his fill. And hope, hope, that somewhere inside that twisted mind, there’s some sense of morality. That he will keep his word and let me go when this is all over.
The light pressure of his cock tickling me right at my opening is excruciating.
It takes all my will not to buck my hips up, the ache in my belly demanding what it wants, no matter the rights or wrongs.
When I finally open my eyes, I watch as he spits down on my open pussy, roughly reaching forward to squeeze one breast, sending milk into the air again as he slides the trunk of his erection through my spit-slick folds, gripping the base and slapping it down on my clit, over and over. I hiss and squirm as he beats my sensitive flesh with the hammer of his cock, hating the way it only makes me want to feel more of this, of him.
I’m whimpering as he palms my swollen belly again, teasing me with the seeping tip as desire screams inside of me.
Fuck me! Please, God, just fuck me. I need it. Want it.
The bulbous head pushes at my entrance, and I whimper to the ceiling as the hair on his legs brushes my smooth thighs.
“You’re taking every inch of Daddy tonight.”
The ache deep down turns to fire as he flexes and works the head inside me, both hands coming around my hips to hold me by the ass, positioning me to take what he’s giving.
I can’t find my voice to scream.
Pain slices through me as he splits me open, my entire body convulsing around the discomfort.
I bite down on my lip to stall the moan threatening to burst from my throat as he slams the entirety of his dick inside me.
“Fuck, that’s good. I might just have to keep you. This pussy is fucking Christmasmagic,Cindy Lou.”
Sparks fly through my vision as I claw at his forearms, dragging my nails down the hard muscle as I look up and watch the Grinch fucking me, just like in my dirty fantasies.
How could this be happening? I have a stranger’s green dick inside me, his core driving forward, burying himself to the hilt as my walls clamp and quiver, his grunts echoing in the silence of the empty room.
My hips shift and rise, his thickness impaling me, rearranging my insides to accommodate him.
His muscles ripple as he moves, sliding in and out now as I bite back the sob.
The shame pools hotter than any Christmas fire in my gut as an orgasm threatens to punch through the last of my restraint.
As his pace picks up, his balls slap my ass, and he takes full advantage of my welcoming body.
He growls, the green mask distorting around his grimace. “You’re dripping down my fucking balls? Your tight little hole’s begging for this, Cindy Lou.” His hips piston harder, fingers bruising my ass as he uses me like a blow-up doll. “You should be terrified, little girl, but here you are, creaming on my dick like a porn star.”
I turn away, but one hand comes up to force my chin to face forward.
“Lookat me,” he growls. “This ain’t about force. You like being owned. Your mouth says no, but that wet little cunt screams yes. You have ten seconds to come, or our deal is off.”
“No,” I grit out, but his thumb’s already swiping my clit in tight circles. My back bows off the bed when he adds a pinch, hard enough to sting.
