His teeth graze over the thin fabric that covers my nipple as he holds eye contact. He gently bites down on it and lifts it, peeling it away from my skin, completely exposing me.
As soon as my hardened tip is free, he flattens his warm, wet tongue against it, stroking it with a flick before taking it into his mouth. My eyes flutter shut as he starts to devour it, his hand now sneaking into the waistband of my panties and grazing over my sensitive clit.
He continues to sink lower until he’s slipping his fingers inside my pussy, and I gasp, feeling how strange it is with myass full of the butt plug. He presses against it as if he wanted to feel it for himself, then he eases them out of me again.
His hand moves up, pinching the corner of the tape, and ripping it off my tingling lips with a quick pull. The sudden string shocks my senses, and I almost scream.
“Motherfucker!” I hiss, shooting him a sharp, fiery glare.
But when his smirk spreads, taunting and cruel, I lift my hand, ready to strike—like I always do—but before I can, his grip snatches my wrist, slamming it down beside me with brutal force.
“That smart mouth is gonna get it fucked.” His voice is a growl, but his eyes are still filled with dark amusement. “It was only a little upper lip wax... Not like you didn’t need—”
I don’t let him finish. My other hand swipes, aiming for the blow, but again, he's faster. He catches my second wrist, pinning both of them above my head with one giant hand, holding me there like I’m nothing—helpless, his prisoner.
I fight against him, writhing, but he ignores it, his eyes locked on something beside us and my gaze follows his, drawn to the glint of a black, shiny half-bunny mask. I pause, and my pulse quickens as he brings it toward my face, securing it behind my head.
When it’s in place, he takes me in, his eyes devouring me like a predator sizing up his prey. The mask hides half my face, leaving only my lips exposed, and as he stares, loving the sight of me, I start to feel my body melt again.
“Now what?” His voice drops, a taunt in the air. “You’re just my helpless little fucking bunny this Christmas.”
Before I can even open my mouth to throw some sass back, his lips crash against mine, hard and demanding. It’s not a kiss—it’s an assault. His tongue shoves past my lips, plunging down my throat with force, until I’m gasping for air, surrendering to him, kissing him back with equal hunger.
It doesn’t take long before it becomes savage again—like it always does. His free hand rips my bra upward, exposing both of my breasts, my nipples brushing his tattooed skin. Then, his fingers working hurriedly between us, unbuckling his belt and in an instant, his big cock is freed, thick and heavy.
With a rough push, he moves my panties aside, the cold air biting at my exposed, wet pussy. His pierced tip brushes against my entrance briefly before he thrusts into me, unapologetic, punishing, taking me with one heartless plunge.
I can’t hold back the cry that leaves my throat, but his mouth continues to attack mine, muffling the sound. The pressure inside me—his massive cock and the butt plug—feels like too much, an overload that pushes me to the corners of madness. My body shudders, unable to process the devastating sensation, but he doesn’t give a shit. He groans, low and animalistic, before pulling back and slamming into me with a violent force, burying himself deep, carelessly driving in and out, hate fucking me.
Each savage stroke pushes me further into a dizzying spiral, my big tits bouncing wildly against his chest. The chains above us rattle with every hard fuck, swingingin time with his punishing rhythm, the bells around my throat annoyingly jingling in the same sync.
“Fuck,” he growls with pleasure, his breath hot against my lips. “Between your tight cunt and that plug, you're squeezing the life out of my cock, Eb.”
My legs instinctively lock around his waist, pulling him closer, my body begging for more, despite how full I feel. I yield to him, surrendering, each nerve alive with the desperate need for the sinful pleasure only he can provide.
Without a word, he releases my wrists, his hand slipping into the back of my hair, grabbing a fistful and yanking my head back causing me to hiss. His other hand wraps around the front of my throat, dulling the sound of the bells, attempting to silence everything but the wetness of him inside me.
He holds me still, dominating me, as his light green eyes burn into mine, watching every second.
“Open your fucking mouth,” he bites out forcefully, his teeth grazing my lips. “Let me spit in that slut throat of yours.”
I obey without hesitation, caught in a haze of euphoria that clouds my mind, making me forget everything but him and my lip’s part, letting him have his way with me.
“Wider. Tongue out.”
I do as he says, my breath shallow, the pleasure building in my body with every devastating thrust. Catching me off guard, he spits directly into my throat, and the sharpness of it almost makes me gag, but his hold tightens instantly, cutting off my air supply, suffocating me into submission.
The humiliation is shameful, the degradation and pain blending with the pleasure, spiralling together. My orgasm builds rapidly, the compression in my head blurring every thought and my nails rake down his tattooed back, drawing blood, begging for even a shred of empathy.
“Only when you come for me, little sister, will I let you breathe the same air as me again,” he whispers darkly, his voicea hiss. “This is your big brother hate fucking the life out of you, just as your deserve.”
My face turns to a deep purple, eyes nearly bulging from my head as he holds me at the edge—teetering between life and death. He doesn’t stop, no matter how much I tear his skin apart, he doesn’t show sympathy, letting me spiral dangerously close to the point of no return. But he keeps his word, waiting, until finally, I shatter.
The moment my body jerks violently, caught in the intense, overpowering waves of an orgasm, he releases his hold on my throat, and the sudden rush of air into my lungs intensifies the pleasure. I gasp, choking before the sound of a strangled, untamed scream escapes my throat, the sensation consuming me.
Then I feel it—something I now find hard to hold onto—the hot, pulsing release. The pressure in my core builds to an unbearable peak causing my pussy to squirt all over him in hot, messy sprays. It soaks his lower body, but it only drives him wilder, more feral.
Without hesitation, he shifts, bracing himself up on one arm, hovering over me, as his free hand finds my clit, rubbing it hard and fast. The stimulation sends my come flying, drenching both of us even more, and I arch violently, my back bending in over-sensitivity until I feel him bury as deep as he can, his cock swelling and jerking inside me.
