And of course, the kinky bastard has toys in his butcher shop. A lot of toys. First, he clamps my nipples, the metal biting and vibrating the sensitive buds.
“You fuckingmotherfucker!” I screech when he grinds the vibrating cock ring against my swollen, hypersensitive clit. “Hurts so damn good!” I moan, then gasp and heave from another orgasm ripping through me, resonating in my pussy, rippling from my tits.
It’s impossible. You’d think the sheer number of times I’ve climaxed should have sent me into cardiac arrest. “Ohgodohfuck!” I slap and claw at his face while rocking andriding out my pleasure on his ungodly beast. I grip his ass with my other hand, digging my nails into the rock-hard muscles, marking him because he’smine.
This fucking, infuriating, god-forsaken, damned sociopath, who wields his huge length like a goddamn cleaver, is mine. They’re all mine. But he’s the first to say it, to prove it. God, his muscles are non-ending. He flexes beneath my hand. Such power in them all.
Mouths crashing and mauling, sweat-soaked bodies slapping, he hammers into me, snapping, spiraling with me. He comes out and looks down at his cum spilling out of me before lifting his head, setting that carnal gaze on me. Heat radiates through me again, and I reach for him.
He pulls back with that wicked mouth, and I glare, clenching my hand around too much air. “Ye got severe intimacy issues, ye know that, Firecracker?” One of the blades swings in front of him, symbolically splitting his face in half, making him seem even more monstrous.
I sit up straighter and snarl, “You’remy biggest issue, Red. And the space between us.”
He peels back curls from my face. “Ye want me so bad, don’t you, my lovely Lass?”
“Don’t flatter yourself. I want your dick. You just happen to be attached to it.”
He snaps, growls, and moves in. Adrenaline spikes my blood, thrilling me as he notches that beast against my slit and spears me to the hilt. I lurch, falling over his sweaty shoulder as he grips my ass and thunders into me, beating every inflamed bit of my pussy.
“Wanna know how many times I imagined ye strung up on one of my hooks in here? Strip ye down. Rearrange your insides just like one of Raph’s kills.”
“You already did that, you bloody Scottish moron!” I rake my nails against his already scarred back.
“And I’ll do it again. I’ll rearrange yer insides until they spell my fecking name!”
“Oh, God, God, yes!” I scream when he picks me up and dumps me right onto that counter on my back.
The clamps vibrate more, ripping through all my nerve endings.
The scent of raw meat thickens the air, but I’m only interested inhismeat right now. Never thought I’d be reduced to this. But I’m just feeding on the high. And it’s the best, brightest high I’ve chased since Raphael fucked me on the kitchen floor with the broken glass cutting into my skin.
No, not even that could compare. Too different.
This is just lust, fiery, animalistic. It’s not some soul bond.
Rory and I? We’re drunk on each other. Body, mind, and heart. Blood and skin and flesh.
“I’m gonna fuck you until ye can’t walk, woman.”
I huff. “I already can’t walk, you big dumb, redheaded neanderthal.” I smack his head.
“Then, I’ll be fucking ye until ye be bow-legged, Firecracker.”
Hovering over me, he crouches, then stabs me with his blade. His greedy mouth finds my breast. He removes the clamp and draws hard on the nipple, then removes the other. My pussy quivers, squeezing so tight around him, he groans on my breast and sucks harder, snapping the nipple, slapping my other tit before groping both, kneading them and digging his fingers in, pinching the sore, inflamed buds.
The paradox of pain and pleasure, endorphins and adrenaline, keeps me on the edge every second, just waiting for him to hurl me over.
He comes out, and I groan in protest. Until he buries his head in my pussy. “Oh, you bloodyfucking asshole. Rory!” I buck,rocking my hips as he lays siege to my lips, licking my distended clit and dragging his tongue against the engorged flesh.
“Love eating your hot, sexy asshole, Firecracker.” He spreads my cheeks.
I grip his hair, unable to help but buck and roll my hips. He’s a goddamn sadist, flicking my ring, tonguing it, and giving the outer flesh little, expert nips. I tighten my grip on his hair, holding him, but he doesn’t let me get the upper hand.
“You goddamn shitheahhh!” I scream from him jamming a sudden vibrating wand against my clit.
When his tongue plunges inside my center, and he rubs that vibrator in torturous circles, I lose it again. Screaming and screeching from the orgasm and?—
Oh, shit! Some dam breaks inside me. Something erupts.
