“You’d like it if it hurt, though, baby, wouldn’t you?”
I feel so full as I cry out against the apple, trying my damndest not to bite through.
“Hold on tight, darling,” he grits out, as I feel his cock nudge my front entrance. With a painfully slow and horribly delicate push, he works his thick cock inside of my pussy. Fucking into me back and forth with ease from how wet I am. God, he’s enormous.
As he bottoms out to the hilt, I feel a sharp pain as he knocks into my cervix. I cry out in a sob, tears pricking my eyes from the girth of him.
I quiver around his hardness, confused that he entered me here, but before I can comprehend why, he’s pulling out and placing the head of his cock at the entrance to my ass.
I whimper, hissing in a breath at the feeling of him trying to enter. I’m slick with my arousal and the sticky lubricant, but it’s barely aiding him in entering me because of the enormous size of his cock.
I’m overwhelmed with emotions I can’t fully comprehend. Somewhere between everything racing through my head andcoursing through my veins, I’ve lost track of how I feel. I feel desire in my goddamn spirit and soul.
One hand comes up to the back of my neck and squeezes, and the weight of it is comforting. I’ve grown accustomed to his obsession with holding me there. Collaring me like a dog with his palm.
The side of my cheek smashes onto the dining table, his hand firm at the back of my neck, holding me still. I can’t help but grind back against him. Chasing those small flutters of pleasure between all of the uncomfortable pain.
He pushes in harder, forcing me to take his long cock in my ass, and tears fill my eyes. Reaching down with the other hand, he begins to swirl soft and slow circles on my clitoris, sending confusing shock waves through my overstimulated body.
The pleasure from his slow circles makes me flutter again, edging me closer to the orgasm I’ve been cresting on for the last half hour. His cock, trying to force its way into my ass, is grounding me, sending pain through me in a way that makes me catch my breath. I wiggle, trying to release the pressure that’s now creeping into my arms from the weight of my body.
The opposing feelings, the intensity of it, overwhelm me. He dips two fingers inside of me and begins finger fucking that delicious place deep inside, curving his fingers and rubbing against that spot that feels so fucking incredible. My toes curl as he works his way into my behind.
With a rush, I cum on his hand, unsure of when the orgasm finally breaks free. Too lost in the feeling of it all to keep track.
He softly mumbles praise as I try to rock back on the cock that’s half stuffed in my tightest entrance. I want to feel his hard thrusts in and out of me. Wanting more pain with my pleasure. God, it hurts so bad, and I’m addicted to the pain; my toes curl from it.
“That’s it, darling. Give me all of your cum,” he pants, continuing his finger fucking assault and bringing me to another crashing orgasm. I scream around the apple, practically choking on the saliva that’s pooled in my mouth. “Show me what a fucking whore you are for my cock.”
I quiver and shake, the tears in my eyes falling in heavy streams, covering my face in another layer of wetness along with my drool. I feel like I’m being torn in half from behind, and when he finally bottoms out inside of me, I scream so loud the apple falls from my mouth, ending the vision of me looking like a stuffed pig full of cock, fingers, and apple, laid out as an offering on this dining room table.
I crave his harsh hand, his cruel thrusts. I feel worshipped by his degradation because there is no one else I’d ever accept it from. With every cruel and punishing thrust, I find him wrapping himself into the depths of the darkness inside of me.
He begins to fuck my ass so roughly I can't hold back my cries. Sobbing from the pain and pleasure of it all. It feels as good as it hurts. It’s all too much.
“You’re bleeding a little, my darling, but I’ll take care of you after,” he promises, barely gritting out the words as he takes his own pleasure from me.
I rock back on his fingers that are bringing me to another orgasm, my third if I’m counting correctly. I feel my body relax more and more with each time I come, but the confusion that fogs my mind makes me feel lost in the feelings of it all. I'm delirious on pain and pleasure.
“Pleaaaaaaase,” I moan out. Just begging for him. For anything.
I beg, and I pray. I’m so close to coming again, but the release is just out of reach.
With each thrust, he rocks me forward, bruising my hips against the table, ripping and tearing through my body with painful thrusts and the need to come.
“Please, please, pleasseeeee…” I keep begging loudly. Panting and begging for what, I don’t know. Release from this hate fuck? Release from the pleasure that’s taken over my body?
“It's okay, baby, it’s okay, I’ve got you, darling,” he soothes, squeezing my neck harder, somehow knowing what I’m begging for but am too scared to ask.
He squeezes and squeezes, making me see stars, as my pussy clamps down again on his fingers, finally finding release. With a loud yell, he pulls out and cums all over my ass, my back, my hair, and the side of my face. Covering me in his cum, marking me as his.
With a terrifying look on his face, he leans forward, panting, lost to his orgasm as much as I’m lost to mine, like he didn’t just fuck my ass until I was bleeding, and licks the tears off of my cheek.
With one gasp of a word, his finger tightens even more on my neck, and I pass out just moments after he mumbles the most certain word I’ve ever heard muttered in my life.
“Mine.”
Chapter fifteen
