“I’m going to fuck you. Your tight cunt is going to be destroyed by me.” I position myself between her thighs, my cock hard and throbbing.
Bringing my hand to her pussy, I circle her clit. She gasps, her eyes closing, her head tilting back. Fuck, she’s responsive. Her hips ever so slightly grind against my hand. I trail my tongue up her neck and bite her ear, tugging on her lobe.
Finding her entrance, I press inside. Her pussy resists—so fucking tight. I push further, her hips arching off the table with a soft moan. I thrust in and out, feeling her walls grip me with each movement.
Fucking hell, I can’t wait to rip through her. Her blood covering my cock.
The thought makes me bite down on her neck as I thrust my finger harder into her tight, willing hole. My thumb circling her clit, her thighs tighten around my hand as she gets closer and closer to coming.
“Priest, fuck, I’m gonna—” Her words break off with a moan, her pussy gripping my finger.
I pull my hand away, leaving her on the edge, her hips jerking in frustration.
“You’re a fucking—” Before a smart-ass remark can escape, I grab her jaw and shove my thumb between her lips and press down on her tongue. Her eyes widen; she doesn’t pull away. As her tongue settles around my thumb, it begins to work at it, drawing a soft, reluctant suction.
“Is that what you needed? Something for your fucking mouth? You can't keep it shut, and now you’re sucking my thumb like a good little slut.”
I hold my thumb there, using her jaw to keep her still as I lean down, my tongue trailing along her neck. My finger begins pumping in her tight cunt again. I add another finger, her pathetic, perfect whimper vibrating against my thumb as I stretch her.
Her hips are rocking frantically as I push her closer and closer to the edge.
“That’s it, kitten.”
Her fight completely gone, she wants to fucking come. Needs it.
I slam a third finger into her, her pussy spasming as I roughly stretch her. She tries to pull away, but I don’t let her.
“It hurts, I can’t—” I pull my hand back and thrust into her, hard, her body arching off the table. I feel the resistance of her virginity, and a wicked smirk crosses my lips, but I fight the urge to rip her open with my fingers. I want that on my cock, her blood running over my balls.
“You’re going to be a good girl and fucking take it. Come for me.”
Her pussy clamps around my fingers, and the most perfect broken sound escapes her throat. But I don’t stop.
I don’t let her slow. Don’t let her breathe. I keep pumping into her, feeling her spasm and shake beneath me. I press my weight down, pinning her as she unravels, screaming around my thumb like a filthy fucking whore.
I pull my thumb from her mouth, her spit slick on her chin, trailing down to her throat.
My fingers slide out of her pussy, dripping, and I bring them to my lips. She watches as I lick them clean. Her taste hits the back of my throat like a drug.
Sweet. Angry. Fucking ruined.
“Open your mouth.”
Her brows knit, but I tighten my grip on her chin until she obeys, lips parting. I lean in and spit inside, watching it pool on her tongue before it slides down her throat.
“Good girl.”
And then I see it—the way her eyes half-lid, the faint shift of her hips. She likes it.
I fist my cock with slow strokes. Imagining what else I can make her take from me. What else I canmakeher want.
Her eyes widen—just barely—but I catch it. Her gaze dips to the thick length in my hand. I line myself up, letting the head of my cock brush low on her stomach.
Right beneath her navel.
Jesus. I’m going to split her in half.
My cock could fuckingguther.
