I choke back a sob as tears fall from my eyes, terrified I’ll choke to death on my own panties. There’s drool dripping from my chin onto the bed between my hands, and I feel snot starting to drip as well from how hard I’m crying.
I feel nauseous and my arms shake from how much effort it is to hold myself up. The drugs are hitting my body hard, but what they aren’t numbing is the feelings that want to rip themselves outside of my body.
Everything I feel for him is too much. With every crack of his palm against my behind, I pray and pray I never have to know what life is without his pain.
He’s entirely lost his mind, spanking me so roughly.
And I’ve entirely lost my mind at how unabashedly wet it’s made me.
He palms my behind, making me cry out again at the pain of the pressure atop my hot and ruined skin. I try to plead with my eyes for him to stop, but I can see he’s too far gone.
“Don’t look at me like that now,darling, I’m only giving you what you asked for”, he says darkly, sending a shiver of fear and anticipation up my spine.
He rubs his palms over my behind and then spreads my cheeks to look down at my sensitive pussy.
“You’ll behave, or I’ll spank you here too”, he threatens, making my pussy clench.
I want to bury my face in the bed in shame, as his words make a hot rush of wetness drip out of me. Maybe I’m taking more than I can handle, the pill dulling my senses, but I know I’ll be paying for this pleasure in the morning.
I can feel a train of my arousal drip down my inner thigh. I’m depraved—a wet, needy mess for him.
Looking back at him over my shoulder, he stares at me for a moment too long.
“You look so beautiful, Martine.”
I furrow my brows, knowing the drool dripping from my chin has me looking the farthest thing from beautiful, but I’m distracted by the sight of him letting out a large glob of spit fall from his lips. I watch in shame as he spits on my puckered pink hole.
My head keeps lulling from the drugs, and I watch his dark scowl distort slightly.
Did he just spitthere?
I try to crawl forward, but I don’t have the strength, and he clicks his teeth at me in a warning.
I whimper.
I can barely hold myself up as he slowly rubs the rim of my back hole with his thumb, and he takes his other hand and shoves two fingers between my drenched pussy lips. I scream out at the assault, my voice muffled around the belt between my teeth.
“Agggggmmmmfffffff,” is the ungodly noise that leaves me on a moan, and I push myself back on his fingers that have now sped up. His fingers are pounding in and out of me quickly. Too quick. They’re hitting this place inside of me that creates a feeling too complex for me to understand.
I try to scramble forward, as scared as I am, but I’m more overwhelmed by the feeling building inside me. It feels like pressure and pain in my abdomen that needs release. He continues to finger fuck me over and over, so hard that I don’t realize the tip of his thumb has bridged through the ring of muscled nerves in my ass, just like he did last night.
My pussy clamps down on his fingers. I think I’m going to cum. No, I know I’m going to cum. My tears have dried on my face, and all that’s left is the disgusting trail of drool falling from my lips onto the bed.
He pushes on and on, over and over, so sweet and so good my legs begin to shake. I’m a moaning mess, and I can hardly breathe.
My arms can barely hold me up, and my eyelids are growing so heavy from the force of the orgasm that’s growing. From the pill. From everything.
I feel myself coming undone, but with an inexplicable pressure that terrifies me. My legs and arms shake, and I scream out as best I can around the makeshift gag, terrified from the building pressure in my abdomen his finger fucking is causing.
“Cum on my fingers, darling,” he demands, sounding like he’s panting. It’s so attractive, I get chills.
I try to scramble forward, but he doesn’t let me move, continuing to work those fingers inside of me, and the third is slipping farther and farther into my ass.
“Gggmmmmffffffffff,” I yell out, feeling an exploding sensation come over me, desperate for the feeling of relieving myself, but with cum.
My legs give out as I fall forward and release a torrent of wet, hot cum between my legs in a stream.
Hayden laughs. He fucking laughs with that gravely voice of his and hikes me back up to my hands and knees.
