My hands curl uselessly into fists.
Stupid fucking ovulation.
I hate this so much. In my head, I want him to stop. I want this to be over. But my body has other ideas.
I can feel myself become wetter with every violent drive of his cock.
Because part of me; some traitorous, horrible part.. doesn’t want him to stop.
It’s one hundred percent my hormones, but he would never believe that.
He’d think that I was willingly turned on by it.
That isn’t the truth. I highly doubt he’d give a shit either way.
He’s raping me. Of course he doesn’t care.
His head dips, breath hot against my skin, voice dropping into a rougher, darker, almost feral tone. It’s the scariest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.
“You fuckinglovethis, don’t you?” he murmurs. “You filthy whore.”
His breath hitches, like he’s had a sudden realization. “My whore.”
He unravels after that. I can feel his warm cum coating my insides. His hips don’t stop right away though. The pace just falters, each thrust slower than the last, like he’s dragging it out on purpose.
He keeps pushing in deep, like he’s not ready to pull away yet. Like he doesn’t ever want to leave.
His cock slips free from between my legs, but he doesn’t pull away for long. His hand follows, fingers dragging down before he presses them atmy entrance, curling them just right as he slides them back inside me.
He pushes them in deeply, working his cum back into my already extremely soaked and throbbing core.
“I want every bit of my sperm to find every single fucking one of your eggs. Shit.. your insane looks mixed with my crazy. Can you even imagine, Victoria?Ourkid. We’d be so happy. I’m alreadysohappy. Does it get better thanthis?” He says as he constantly finger fucks me.
I shake my head back and forth in disbelief.
I feel even worse than I did before.
I feel like I’m going to vomit again.
Garrett’s chopped-up cock presses relentlessly against the roof of my mouth, and I feel this twisted urge to just bite down, chew it up and swallow it. It’s honestly so much worse not doing anything at all. Allowing it to just sit there, coating the whole inside of my mouth, is making me severely sick.
I make up my mind and grit my teeth together, grounding the meat and skin underneath. I don’t like the way he drives himself into me while I choke back the revulsion of experiencing cannibalism for the first time.
Every time I bite down, the meat resists me. It’s thick and dense like it doesn’t want to give as I press down with my teeth. I can feel the rubbery veins in it dragging between my teeth. My jaw slightly gives away when somethingpops,followed by a sudden burst of liquid that spreads out across my tongue.
I inhale deeply through my nose before forcing it down, every swallow a battle, my stomach twisting as I fight the urge to gag.
He moves down my body, leaving a trail of rough, hungry kisses with every inch, like he’s marking me. His mouth abruptly attacks my pussy, his tongue dragging and sucking with a manic obsession, taking in all of our mixed pleasure and displeasure.
He lets out a ragged, almost crazed groan, shaking against me. “Fucking.. perfect,” he hisses against the raw wet skin.
I tilt my head back, my thoughts tearing in two directions, and then pain rips through my upper left thigh like fire. My scream is slightly trapped behind the tape, but some of it manages to escape due to the tape’s adhesive wearing thin. I force my eyes open just enough to see him, to see what he’s done.
My eyes widen as I notice the blood snaking down my thigh, pooling slowly onto the floor below. The blade is buried deep, about halfway into my flesh, and I can’t turn away.
Every second feels like eternity, dragging me further into a whirl of panic. My eyes shift back towards the right where he is and yet again, he’s watching me in a calm terrifying way. You’d think my pain, my fear and my blood were feeding him. As if he were some sort of soul sucking vampire who got off on causing others harm.
All I want to do is look away.
