Devastation.
My grip is bruising, punishing.
I release her wrists, flipping her onto her stomach in one fast, rough motion. I tear off her pajama shorts. Rip open my belt. Pull her underwear off with my teeth as my boxers drop to my ankles. With a savage tug, I yank her forward, splitting her thighs apart and thrusting into her from behind. She cries out, gripping the bedcovers, her face smashed into the lump of sheets.
I rut into her, hands gripping her hips with the force of a dozen men.
Again. Again.
I feel possessed. Broken. Desperate.
She claws at the bed, her voice muffled, meeting me thrust for thrust. My hand cuffs the nape of her neck as I lean forward, hitting deeper, my pace nearing violence as our bodies slap together and she soaks my cock.
Warm. Good. Sweet.
My girl.
My everything.
“Annie, Annie, Annie…” I chant her name, reminding myself she’s still here, that I’m still here, that we’re still here.
She writhes beneath me, her hand reaching behind me to grip my neck. “Oh God…Chase. More. Don’t stop.”
I fist her hair, angling her head to the side so I can devour her throat, inhaling the taste of salty sweat and lingering perfume. My teeth clamp around the soft flesh, my tongue swirling the edges of that tiny mole.
Then I zone out.
Blackened vision and wayward thoughts.
The room falls away, her whimpers fading into white noise.
I’m grunting, thrusting, disintegrating.
I’m gone. I’m nowhere.
She’s still beneath me, warm and gasping, but something breaks loose in my head. My sight darkens at the edges, a tunnel with no end. My thoughts scatter like ash.
And I move without meaning.
Like something in me is trying to burn itself out.
I don’t hear her anymore. Can’t find her.
My hips pump hard and brutal as I pin her wrists to the bed again, needing leverage, an anchor, something to tether me to reality.
To her. To us. To me.
Her pussy strangles me. My hand is still tied up her long hair, clutching hard, my face buried in her neck as my other hand grips her thigh and my cock pummels her slick heat.
My mind is gone. But when she breaks apart beneath me, sobbing her release into the mattress, my body reacts, and I splinter into pieces.
I come so hard, the room spins.
Bending. Tilting.
Pleasure rockets through me, eclipsing the agony, slaughtering the demons in my head with swords and bullets. My legs shake, body buckles, my head thrown back with a roar.
I fill her. My cum spills out, trickling down her milky-white thighs as I shudder through the aftermath, collapsing on top of her with a fractured moan.
