He grabbed me again, but this time it was by the hips as he heaved me up. It took him little effort to hold me against him, and the sheer show of strength had my cock jerking.Fuck, Master is strong.
There was little strain in his muscles as he held me pressed against the wall, his mouth back on mine while I wrapped my legs around his waist. Our cocks rubbed up against each other and pleasure simmered low in my belly. He ate my lips, and I gave in to him freely. I was his.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t walk for a week,” he said, lips against mine.
“Make it two,” I growled back at him.
He laughed and slid a hand between our warm bodies. I didn’t have to look to know what he was doing, so I tilted my hips toward him, giving him better access to my hole, and the head of his cock nudged my entrance before he shoved inside without warning.
The burst of pain stole my breath and I threw my head back, knocking it against the wall. With my eyes clenched closed, a firework of colors splashed across my vision as raw agony ripped through me. His thickness tore me apart, stretched me wide until all I could focus on was the bliss and torment that came from him shoving himself inside me.
I grasped his shoulders, annoyed that he still had a shirt on and I couldn’t dig my nails into his skin. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Master. Yes.”
He seized my hips, using them as leverage to hold me between him and the wall, and when he sank fully into me, we both groaned.
“Move. Please.” I let out a sob. “I need you.”
He nipped at my earlobe and kissed my cheek. “I’m right here, sweet killer. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll give you what you need.”
Using his hold on me, he began to bounce me against himself. His cock slid out, then back into my sore and sensitive hole, and I was riding a wave of ecstasy. His thrusts began slow, but they quickly got faster and became brutal. He fucked me like this was the last day on Earth and an orgasm would save us, and I wanted it as much as he did. My legs had turned to jelly, and I was glad I wasn’t standing because I didn’t think I’d be able to keep upright on them.
With every drive of his cock into me, he slammed my back against the wall, and the pain that radiated from my spine was delicious. Warmth and need swelled inside of me and my balls drew closer to my body.
He kissed me again and bit at my lips, and I let him, sucking on his tongue and savoring the taste of his blood from where I’d hit him. The hair on my arms stood up as every inch of me trembled, and I was so close it hurt more than the physical pain of him fucking me dry.
I wanted.
I needed.
“Master!” I threw my head back and stiffened as my cock jerked, strings of cum shooting from my slit and covering the front of our shirts. I shuddered through my release, whimpering like a dog in heat as I continued to drop down onto his cock.
He never stopped fucking me until he groaned. Warmth filled my sensitive hole. His grunts were loud, and he huffed until I was sure he had nothing left to give, and then he walked awkwardly, with my hole still attached to his cock, toward the couch. He dropped me on the cushions on my back, his cock finally falling free from me.
I went to move my legs, but he grabbed them, holding them up in the air.
“Keep them here,” he growled out, eyes sparking with electricity. “Don’t put them down until I tell you to. I want my spunk to soak into your insides so you know who you belong to.”
I whined and went to argue, but he slapped me hard on the thigh, and I closed my mouth. I grabbed my ankles to keep my legs up high.
He grinned—the bastard was testing me.
“I’m still going to find that fight club,” I said, not fully willing to give up my independence.
His smile warped into a smirk. “We’ll talk about that later. Keep your legs up.”
Jules moved to the other end of the couch, his cock half hard as he took a seat. He spread his legs, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off those thick, hairy thighs. I wanted to worship them, kiss every inch before I sucked his cock and made him explode in my mouth.
“Master....”
“Hm?” His smirk widened as he stroked himself. He didn’t get fully hard, but I wasn’t sure if that’s what he wanted, either.
“Who are we going to kill next?”
He laughed.
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