“What are you, Haven?”
“I’m a fucking monster!” she whispers furiously, her body starting to shiver violently. “I’m a sick, twisted, broken fucking slut!”
“Yes, you are.” I grab her jaw, forcing her head back as I shove my fingers as deep inside her as they can go. “But you’remylittle slut. And my little slut does exactly as she’s told, doesn’t she?”
“Y-yes,” she stammers. “P-please. Yes!”
“Then come for me, my pretty little slut. Come for meright fucking now.”
I crush my mouth against hers, stealing her breath, her guttural moans, the sweet wetness of her mouth. When I widen my fingers inside her and pump them in and out just enough to provide her the friction she needs, I’m rewarded with a full-body convulsion.
Her cunt gushes over my fingers, her free hand finding the back of my neck, fingers digging into my scalp until her nails needle through the skin. Her hips buck and roll in a frenzy, and as much as I’m fighting for control…
I can’t.
I’m fucking undone by the sheer hedonistic ecstasy pouring off her.
I’m not even aware I’ve got my cock in my hand until I rip my fingers out of her cunt and slam home. The move is so sudden, so cruel, our mouths are jarred apart. A shocked gasp escapes herlips a second before my tongue is claiming her mouth again, just like my cock is filling her soaked cunt.
Leaves rustle above us as I ram deeper. I don’t recognize the sounds I’m making, because Christ, they sound as desperate and fucking needy as the ones she just made.
We’re panting against each other’s lips, Haven’s thighs clamping around my waist when I lift her against the trunk to get a better angle. Both her hands are in my hair now, twisting until the pain makes me see stars.
I grunt as I fuck her. She mewls like an injured animal.
But I don’t stop.
And I know from the way she bucks against me, she doesn’t want me to.
She comes a second time when I suck at her neck hard enough to taste blood.
I lean back and strum her clit with my fingers, watching my glistening cock slide into her drenched cunt as she rides out her orgasm.
She comes a third time when I spit down on her and grind my thumb against that engorged nerve.
“Oh fuck,” she whimpers. “Oh fuck, oh fuck?—”
I empty into her while she’s still coming, my fingers leaving bruises on her hips where I dig them into her soft flesh. I slow my thrusts, mesmerized by the thick cream we churned up between us and the sound her cunt makes as it sucks so greedily on my cock, like she’s clenching to keep me inside.
My hand finds her throat. I drive home inside her one last time, staying buried, unmoving, as I put my mouth to her ear.
“Remember how hard you just came for me when I called you a slut,” I murmur. “How eager you were to obey.” I lean back, my hand tightening. “You will answer when I call.”
She watches me, shattered, not saying a word.
I slap her thigh hard enough to make her whimper. “Say it.”
“I—” She swallows. “I’ll answer when you call,” she whispers.
“That’s my good girl.”
I pull out of her.
Not because I want to—Christ, I want to stay buried inside her until my dying day—but because people will look for her. They might even comelooking for her, and I don’t need them finding me here with my cock out.
She watches me make myself presentable, eyes heavy-lidded, lips parted, as if I put her in a trance. When I hand Haven her leggings, she just stares at them. She doesn’t resist when I slide them back up her legs. When I slip her boots back on her feet.
The only sound she makes when I shove my hand behind her waistband and into her still-drenched pussy is a soft, “Uh.”
