I swallow the rising lump in my throat, trying to relax. He’s not being gentle. Yet he’s also not slamming into me. He’s entering me slowly. Maybe he wants to allow me the time to get used to the painful sensation.
Nothing he does is for you, I think to myself desperately.He doesn’t care. Stop telling yourself he cares.
Then I stop thinking altogether as his cock keeps pushing into me, feeling like it’s going to split me in two. I’ve never felt such a stretch. It hurts like hell. A metal rod, searing my insides.
At last he stills inside me, and I know he’s taken me fully. I can’t help the whimper that escapes my throat as I feel the full length of him filling me.
At once he wraps his arms around me in a gesture I could almost imagine was soothing.
No. No. He’s not trying to soothe you. He’ll never soothe you again.
You lost that when you lost him.
The worst thing happens then. A tear squeezes itself out of my eye. He can’t tell from his position, but he definitely hears the loud sniff that accompanies it.
He’s still not moving, his arms holding me in a way that could trick me into thinking he cares. But I know how cruel he truly is.
“Do you want me to stop?”
His words feel far too gentle right now. They make me want to stab him in the throat.
“No. Please stay. Please continue–” I bite down on his name as I plead my parents’ murderer to keep fucking me. “What should I call you?”
His voice is deep and raspy again as he grunts, “Nothing. I’m nothing to you but a monster.”
But he keeps his arms wrapped around my middle, squeezing me as he starts to fuck me. I gasp in pain as his cock drives in and out of me, but his arms, still holding me, make it bearable. No, more than bearable.
At some point, I get used to the thickness filling me, and somehow, as his rhythm increases, as his thrusts grow harder, my insides start to curl again with a deep ache. I can feel myself clench around him desperately, milking his cock as I try to edge my hand to my folds. But he doesn’t let me move.
He’s not going to let me come.
His cock still spears me hard, and he forgets himself again as he cries out, “Fuck, cricket! Fuck!”
I have to force down the name that’s ready to spill from my lips as he keeps going, my body burning up, my inner walls spasming around his cock, his arms melting into mine.
Take me. Fuck me. Own me.
I’m grinding into him, arching my ass back to meet his every thrust, moaning loudly. My pussy is engorged, leaking with need, but he doesn’t let me touch myself. And his arms are still locking mine to my body, his hands folded over my waist. This isa punishment fuck.
And it’s fucking hot.
I groan with regret as I feel him shudder inside me and his seed fill me. This means he’s going to leave. It’s over.
But he falls on top of me, crushing me under him. His cock is still inside me as he reaches around. I nearly cry out with relief when I feel his hand land on my pussy, but when his fingers reach my clit, he pinches it.
“Ow!” I scream.
He pinches hard, making me writhe in pain, but he doesn’t let up. It’s merciless, crushing the most sensitive part of me. But I can’t move because he’s still got me pinned down under him.
And moments later, that intolerable pain, coupled with my intense arousal, inexplicably cause a wave to crash into me. It’s the most painful, forceful orgasm I’ve ever had. By the end of it I’m wheezing, out of breath, but he doesn’t let up yet. He keeps his fingers around my clit, torturing me, as he repeats his earlier threat. “Stay the fuck away from Devil Tower. Keep your fucking nose out of my business.”
Then he removes himself from me. Huffing out a sigh that I could almost imagine is as regretful as I’m feeling, he walks away, leaving me lying naked on the bed, overcome by everything that’s just happened. By the contradictory emotions searing my brain. By the touch of his hands all over my body, the proof, maybe, that there’s something beyond his cruelty.
Fuck that. Who am I kidding?
My monster hates me.
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