Haven whimpers.
Her legs twitch.
She should be closing against me, knocking the intrusion away, but she can’t. That sound isn’t only pain. There’s something else in it. Something hungry she hasn’t learned to hide.
“So fucking innocent. Pure and untouched. Let’s fix that, shall we?”
I hold her open, studying every quiver her body makes, and then lean over her as I let saliva gather in my mouth.
Her mouth quivers as she watches, a blubbered, “N-no,” spilling out.
But I don’t have a choice.
I need her dirty, filthy, obscene like me.
I spit deep inside her bloody, stretched open pussy, and have to fight the urge to come at the sound she makes—half horrified moan, half desperate mewl.
Her whole body flinches. A shudder ripples through her limp frame, but still her hips rock just enough to prove there’s something wanton lurking beneath the shame.
“That’s it, girl. Swallow down my filth.”
Her eyes squeeze closed, and a sound she shouldn’t be making leaks past her bitten lip.
The body tells the truth.
Her body knows who it belongs to.
I tighten my spread, stretch her wider, watch her quiver at the pressure, knowing the moment I let her tighten down around my cock, she’ll unravel completely.
“Christ, you’re so fucking needy.” I draw back, showing her my fingers glistening with blood and saliva and arousal. “Look how you’re gushing for me like a wounded thing.”
I bring my hand down in a stinging slap right on her clit. Her limp body jerks faintly, flesh jiggling under my palm. She mewls in protest, but a violent twitch betrays just how much she craves my abuse, even under sedation.
I duck down for a last lick, a quick thrust with my tongue, and then I’m crouched over her still body like a nightmare as she struggles to focus on my eyes.
I lower my face to hers before she can attempt another breathy protest, and press my mouth down on her slack, trembling lips.
It isn’t tenderness.
It’s theft.
My tongue invaded her mouth the way my fingers just invaded her pussy. I taste myself smeared on her lips—spit and salt and blood—and force it back down her throat.
For a heartbeat she goes rigid, caught between refusal and shock, but the sound she makes when I suck her lower lip into my teeth is such a pathetic confession. A whimper, raw and unwilling, a sound she can never take back. By the time she drags in another sob of air, I’ve left my mark on her mouth as surely as I’ve left it inside her pussy.
She gasps when I shift to unzip my pants and free my cock, a ragged little sound that threatens to have me coming in my fucking hand. Then her eyes are closed again, like she can will me away with the power of her mind.
“Open your eyes, girl. Look at the cock I’m about to shove inside your tight, bloody little slit.” I stroke it just for her, and her eyes flick to my hand, her chest rising and falling in quick, sharp breaths.
Her trembling thighs drag together instinctively when I try to sink between them, but she doesn’t have the strength to close them.
Nor the desire.
That flush on her cheeks isn’t just shame. It’s arousal.Need.
“I don’t ask for permission. Not now, not ever. Best you get used to it, girl.” I press forward, slow, deliberate, and the moment my cock breaches her wet, bloody entrance it feels like desecration and devotion all at once.
She cries out, not all pain, not all pleasure, her pussy clamping down on me like it doesn’t know the difference. Her nails rake slowly at the sheets, her head weakly turns away, but her thighs relax open.
