Holding the knife just below her belly button so she doesn't move, I pull out my dick under the cover of the costume, wrapping my hand around the base. I'm so fucking hard, I have to bite back a groan. It's been too long since I've fucked, and it's all because of this girl.
This impatient, greedy little slut with her legs spread and a knife to her stomach, waiting to get fucked in my bed.
She would fuck Dax in my bed. That alone is reason enough to punish her.
I toss the knife aside and she exhales in relief before, in one swift motion, I lower my body over hers, and thrust my thick cock inside her wet pussy. It's even fucking better than I imagined.
"Ow…fuck!" Saige screams when I fill her. I feel her thigh muscles flexing in my hands, her hips writhing beneath me.Yeah, baby. I'm not Dax. And you're going to figure that out real soon.
I find my rhythm, taking her hard and rough, her screams music to my fucking ears. Even in the dark, I can see themoment she realizes what's so different—the panic in her eyes. She reaches for the mask, and I let her take it off me.
When she sees my face, her eyes widen, her mouth gaping in shock, but she doesn't try to stop it, just like I knew she wouldn't. She takes every inch of me with the same fear in her eyes I've pictured almost every time I've come over the last two years, her legs spread wide, tits spilling over the top of that lace every time I slam into her.
"I know you want it. Just lie back and enjoy it, baby. Let me use your pussy." A sinister smile creeps across my face as I pull the costume and my shirt over my head, tossing them aside. "Fuck, it was hot it in there," I say, pounding her pussy while she whimpers.
"Elias…" She digs her nails into my forearms, and I groan.
"That's right, baby. You're all mine now. Does my dick feel good? Because fuck, you fit me like a fucking glove."
"Fuck…it hurts."
I groan; I want it to hurt. "Get used to it," I tell her. "I haven't even gotten started with you yet. When I'm finished with you, you're going to be dripping with my cum and fucking ruined by my dick."
"Oh, god…"
I'd like to say that if she'd made this easier, I would have eased her into it, but that's a lie. I don't have any willpower left when it comes to her. It was always going to be like this—rough, her nails breaking my flesh, her head pounding against the headboard hard enough that it knocked the wig off a while ago. With my hands on the back of her thighs, I pin herknees to the bed, giving me an angle where I can hit her even deeper, rearrange her insides a little to fit me better.
"Elias…ah! Oh, my god…"
And the sounds she makes…fuck, she's going to make me come before I'm ready. I'm almost surprised I can still hear her over the sound of skin against skin, of my hips drilling into her thick ass every time I thrust my cock inside her pussy. I wrap a hand around her throat to make it stop, and fuck if her eyes don't roll back in her head.
"You gonna come, you little slut?" I pick up the pace and watch her squirm beneath me before I roll her onto her side without stopping, and spank her hard—much harder than I did when I bent her over my lap in the living room—again and again while she yelps through her restricted airway. Then I lean over, my mouth next to her ear. "That's for being such a fucking dicktease and keeping this from me."
She grabs me by the back of the neck and brings my mouth to hers, kissing me, combing her fingers through my hair and gripping it in her fist. I don't remember the last time I kissed a girl I was fucking; it had to be in high school. But it's fucking messy and passionate and so good. She kisses me like it's a fucking emergency, burying her moans against my lips, and it feels like it is, too.
I push the black lace away from her tits, taking one in my hand and pinching her nipple until she cries out. I catch her mouth again, kissing her hard enough to feel her teeth against mine while I ruthlessly fuck into her, spurred on by nails digging into my fucking hip.
And then she bites down on my lip, her legs shaking when she comes on me, her pussy gripping my cock. She squirms so much that I have to take my hands off of her and pin her legs and hips to the bed to keep her from forcing my dick out of her.
"Oh, my god…oh, fuck. I can't…I can't…"
God. I like the idea. I can be her god, and she can worship my fucking dick on her back and on her knees. On her stomach, too. Fuck…she is so fucking mine.
"You can take it," I tell her as she starts coming down from her orgasm, struggling against me less. I move my hand from her hip to her cheek, brushing her hair away from her face. "You're doing so good." She whimpers, and I add, "You've wanted to get fucked and used like this by me for a while, haven't you?"
When she doesn't answer, I grab her hair in my fist and pull hard. "Answer me, slut!"
"Fuck! Yes!"
I can't fucking take it anymore. I don't want to stop—ever—but I need to come. I'm going to come.
"That's a good girl…" I let go of her hair, wipe a tear from under her eye, wrap my hand around her throat, and squeeze. The sound of her choking on air sends me over the edge, and I growl, drilling into her while my dick throbs inside her, filling her with cum. It feels so fucking good that it makes me mad, and I sink my teeth into her neck, relishing the way the pain makes her squirm.
She should be punished for having a pussy that feels this fucking good—for living in my fucking head for two years and being the only fucking thing thatmakes me come.
For wriggling her ass against me while I fill her, like she's desperate for more, the way she is now.
When I finish, I stay inside her, wrapping her legs around my waist and lying on top of her. I want to fucking live here. I want to stay here until I get hard again and then just start fucking her all over again.
