“Good girl,” he groans before shoving all the way inside me with one thrust.
I cry out, the stretch burning as he thrusts inside me. I slide across the hood of the car as he begins to piston his hips, fucking me mercilessly. My scalp stings from where he is holding my hair.
“That’s right,” he grits out between clenched teeth.
I am completely thrown off when I hear him spit. The warm feeling of his saliva running down my crack is filthy and fabulous. His free hand comes up behind me, and a finger pushes against the tightness of my back opening. I thrash against his hold as he pushes inside. The burn is intense and the discomfort almost overrides the pleasure building as he continues to fuck me. “You’re mine. All of you. And I intend to claim every part of you right now, pretty girl.”
“Garett, stop,” I pant out as his finger pushes in further. It’s too much, too foreign.
“Relax for me.” His tone is softer now, soothing almost. “You can take it. I’ve been stretching out this ass, my Sleeping Beauty. When you were out cold, I made sure to train this pretty back hole.”
The admission should fill me with rage. But I must be truly as fucked up as him, because despite logic and reason, my body listens to him and relaxes. Immediately, the pain is less. My muscles unclench and allow him to enter both holes simultaneously. The feeling is still foreign, but the more I relax, the more pleasure begins to bloom where there was pain.
“That’s it, my Beauty,” he praises as he spits again and adds a second finger. My own juices, the rain, his spit all mix together to allow him entrance.
He fucks both my openings, slowly, reverently. With each long thrust of his hips, each pump of his two—now three—fingers, I begin to get higher and higher off the ground. My legs shake and it feels like I’m soaring. Until he pulls out.
“Garett,” I whine. “Please.”
I try to turn to look at him but he holds me tightly by my hair, pressing my face down until my cheek meets the warm metal of the car hood. And then I feel the thick, metal tipped head of his cock at my back opening. My chest tightens and my muscles clench.
“Wait,” I mumble in a panic. “You’re too big. It won’t fit.”
The tip crests my opening, pushing me past pleasure and into a pain that feels like I’m being broken in two. My eyes prick with tears and my limbs begin to shake.
“It’ll fit,” Garett growls in my ear as he shoves further. I clench my teeth as he hits the tight ring of muscles inside me. He bends down over me, removing his hand from my hair and placing it down on the car hood. His wide frame hovers over me, sheltering me from the rain as he rips me apart. “I will fucking make it fit. This ass is mine.” He pushes in further, past my resistance, and my lungs burn as I struggle to breathe. “This body is mine,” he groans out as he pushes in even further, my body slowly accommodating to allow him entrance. “You are mine.”
We cry out in unison when he gives one final thrust, seating himself fully inside me. I’m stuffed so full I feel like I could burst. The hot pain is overwhelming my senses so all I can think or feel is him.
“Garett,” I whimper.
“Shh,” he coos as he pushes hair from my sweat streaked forehead. “I know what you need.”
He pulls his hips back, drawing his cock slowly out of my ass. But not all the way. His hand snakes down my front, finding my clit and rubbing it in a way that sends pleasure shooting through me. And then he thrusts in again.Hard. My body convulses beneath him, the warring pain and pleasure leaving me a mess.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” he says as he begins to thrust in and out of me slowly. “Submit. Give in to me and let me take control. Give yourself over to me—body, mind, and soul.”
I register his words but they sound far off, as if I’m floating from my body. I can feel it though, the way I am relenting, my muscles relaxing as I give in and surrender, allowing the Devil to take control.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he praises. “Let me claim every last piece of you.”
His fingers slip inside me, thrusting in tandem with his thick cock. The feeling of being so full, too full, is lost as I shut off the pain, the worry, the anxiety, and just…let go.
“So fucking beautiful,” he grunts between moans and growls of pleasure.
Drool is dripping from the corner of my mouth as tears streak down my cheeks. I can feel my makeup running and my hair lying flat from the rain. I’m sure I look like a mess. But in this moment, I feel completely weightless—full of only pleasure. Full of only him.
“I’m not gonna last,” he groans as his thrusts become jagged and uncontrolled. His cock swells inside me, stretching me evenfurther. “Come with me. I want to feel you milk my fucking dick.”
And then he leans down, his teeth latching onto my shoulder and biting. I feel my skin snap and break. Warm blood pools across my skin as he bites down.Hard.
I scream out into the cold rainy darkness as I shatter. The pain of his bite sends me over the edge. My entire body thrums with waves of aching pleasure as my core clenches around all of him.
“Fuck,” he screams as his teeth release my shoulder. I am scarcely aware of his throbbing release. I’m too high in my own ecstasy. “That’s it, take every last fucking drop.”
He grunts and pants through his release. Our combined sounds of feral pleasure fill the empty grove we’re parked in. Wave after wave of throbbing ecstasy rocks through my body while ropes of cum coat my insides. Together our orgasms pulse, joining us as one. It feels like an eternity until I finally start to come down. In my blissed-out state, I feel almost fuzzy, as if the edges of the world are frayed and filled with helium. I glance over my shoulder. Garett grins down at me, his teeth stained red with blood. My blood.
And I smile back. Gladly willing to accept this madness, this chaos, these violent delights of ecstasy. As long as it’s my Devil and me.
