Midnight. Midnight. MIDNIGHT.
“Mmm, such a greedy, slutty little fuck hole,” Vaughn growls in a husky tone.
My brow caves, my breath becoming haggard and rasping as he slides out and then pounds right back into me.
“Please—” I choke. “Slow d?—”
I cry out, the broken sound alien to my ears as Vaughn brutally thrusts harder into me.
“This pussy belongs to me. Don’t tell me how to fuck it,” he snarls. “This isn’t a fuckingdate, princess. I’m not here to make you come, in fact, I don’t give a shit if you do or not. What I care about isfucking?—”
A high, needy whine, in a voice that I don’t recognize as my own, bursts unbidden from my lips, releasing itself into the night as he rams into me.
“This.”
This time, IknowI don’t recognize the sound that erupts from my throat.
It’s not pain. Not terror.
It’sdesperateneed, deep and primal. And it scares the hell out of me as Vaughn slams his huge dick back into my poor, battered pussy.
“Little.”
I choke, my chest clenching when I feel him so deep that it feels like he’s in the back of my throat. Pressure throbs inside me, the sensation of being so full taking my breath away.
“Pussy,” he rasps. “Until I empty every drop of my fucking cum inside it.”
No one hasevercome close to talking to me like this before.
Never been this cold, calloused, and uncaring.
That makes it even worse when the lewd wet sounds fill my ears as he pounds into my pussy like an animal, and when that achy, needy moan rips from my throat.
When my hips roll eagerly to meet his every thrust.
When I feel my pussy rippling and quivering around his thickness.
When hespits on me again, the drool hitting my chin and neck before he slaps my face once more with his palm.
Then my breasts, over and over, hitting my nipples as I scream and shudder and shake under him.
“There’sa good cum whore,” Vaughn snarls in a deep, rasping, demonic voice that sends me reeling. He pounds into me, one hand around my throat and the other raining slaps over my my breasts, my butt, and my pussy.
The terrifying faces of skulls and snakes and ghouls leer at me from his rippling body as his hand on my throat slides around my neck and his fingers snake into my hair. He grabs it in a fist and yanks, making me screech as he tugs my head back, exposing my neck.
“Mmmm, such a wet, tight little pussy.Mytight little pussy,” he hisses against my throat through clenched teeth, thrusting into me with hard, fast, brutal strokes. The sheer size and force of his dick knocks the breath from my lungs, sending my bruised and battered ass scraping across the ground as he fills me over and over again.
But God help me, I wantmore.
More of the madness.
The pain. The humiliation.
The sweet agony, and the even sweeter release.
The more he gives, the more I want. The worse he inflicts, the harder I want it.
And that realization has me quivering and shaking as my whole world begins to tighten and coil.
