I go to argue, but with one last look of warning, he disappears behind me to straddle the bench, though he doesn’t sit. My mouth opens, prepared to ask him what the hell he’s doing, but I have my answer the moment his palm presses between my shoulder blades and pushes me forward, forcing my chest against the wood. I grab the sides of the bench to steady myself, and in one, seamless move, he lifts my hips until only the tips of my toes reach the floor and then drives inside me.
“Dread!” I screech, his name coming out high-pitched and strangled as my eyes blow wide, completely unprepared for the sudden invasion.
He moans loudly in response, and if I wasn’t currentlybeing impaled with what feels like a fuckingflagpole, I’d probably appreciate that sound a lot more.
Oh myGod.
I knew he was big, but feeling it in my mouth is almost laughable compared to my pussy.
The burn from how wide he stretches me is all-consuming for several moments. I’m trying to locate my lungs so I can tell them to start operating again when he retreats to the tip, then drives back in.
My forehead drops to the bench with athunk, because somehow, he’s only gotten deeper, and I think I’m dying.
“I hate you, ohmygod,I hate you so much,” I whimper, the words flooding from my mouth.
His chuckle is dark, and it’s no surprise he doesn’t possess even a needle tip of compassion or remorse in his evil black heart.
“You haven’t even taken all of me yet,” he tsks.
Because why would anything in my life go right?
I lift my head, my face twisting into a pained expression. “Can you just… can you justgiveme a minute?” I snap breathlessly.
He gently rocks his hips, doing the exact opposite and slowly feeding more of himself inside me. The burn has eased, but with each centimeter he gains, I feel more and more uncomfortably full.
Fucking Christ, I think I’m going to need an epidural if he goes any deeper.
“Fuck, you have no idea how beautiful your cunt looks right now,” he rasps. Any humor has disappeared from his voice, replaced with awe, and I loathe how effective it is in tightening my stomach with pleasure. “Every time I pull back, you grip me so fucking tight, like you can't stand to let me go and need to come with me.”
Yeah, I definitely feel like he’s trying to take my fucking insides with him, too.
Panting, I peek over my shoulder, but I regret it immediately. His chin is tipped down with his mouth dropped open, his thick brows deeply furrowed, and his black hair falling over his forehead as he works himself deeper and deeper.
I’ve never seen him look anything other than angry, cold, or amused. So, seeing ecstasy contort his features like this is fuckingviolentto my system, and knowing that it’s somethingI’mdoing to him… I can’t even begin to process why that makes me feel good. Truthfully, I don’t think Iwant to, anyway.
“Yeah, there you go, baby. That’s it,” he groans, his muscled chest heaving and his sculpted abdomen rippling as he fucks me in short thrusts. “You’re taking it so good—fuck,yes, look how pretty you stretch for me. Such a good girl.”
His rambling is by far the hottest thing I’ve ever heard, and the discomfort that was so unbearable just moments before now feels indiscernible to the pleasure. They’ve become a single sensation, and together, they feed on the whimpers and mumbled words pouring from his lips.
My mouth hangs open, sharp, breathy sighs spilling past them with ease. With one final push, he seats himself completely inside me, and my eyes cross from the intensity. For a moment, he feels so deep, I swear I feel him coming up my throat. An impossible feat, but I’m confident Dread would be the one to accomplish it.
“That’s it,” he breathes, his tone morphing into something deeper and darker. “I knew you could take it. Your cunt is fucking stuffed. So fucking proud of you.”
A demonic growl reaches my ears, and then his palm on my ass with a sharp clap. I yelp, jolting from the fire blooming across my backside, but holy fuck, it sends an intense shot of delight throughout my system. I bite back a smile as he firmly massages the spot, easing the burn, while whispering a few unintelligible words beneath his breath. Then, his other hand joins on the opposite side before they both squeeze my ass in a bruising grip. I’m only capable of a pained mewl as he roughly spreads my cheeks, draws out of me, and slams completely back inside me.
Sparks of bliss ignite right where the tip of his cock hits. My throat strangles the moan before it can make it through, producing nothing more than a choked sound.
I think he just hit my goddamn cervix, and it’s fucking criminal how incredible it felt.
It’s only when he retreats that I can breathe again, but I’m given just enough time to eke out a, “Yes,” before he’s filling me again. He allows me no more time to adjust, immediately setting a steady but harsh pace. Over and over, he plunges inside me, using his bruising grip on my ass to slam me back into him with every thrust. Each time, a delicious moan flies past his lips, only making me impossibly wetter.
It’s all too much—too overwhelming—yet sounbelievably addicting, I never want it to end.
“Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod,” I mumble, chanting the words between sharp cries. The only other thing I can do is hold on, my nails digging into the bench with desperation.
“Fuck, Rev,” he groans, one hand releasing my ass to slap it harshly again.
The pain feels fuckinggloriouscombined with the ecstasy, sending my eyes to the back of my head. My answering moan is nothing short of pornographic, spurring him on to do it again. Fire lances across my ass, yet it heightens my pleasure in a way that feels so good—it makes me happy. A broad smile splits my face, and my outcry is a mix of a scream and a laugh.
