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“Get off me! Let me go, you fucking inbred prick!”
He stops at that, looks at me, and laughs outright.
“Not inbred, sweetheart, but I will give you prick.”
I can see every one of his perfect white teeth as his eyes take a quick sweep of me, pausing at my pussy, which is open to him given he’s sitting between my legs. He runs two fingers over it before dragging his gaze back to mine.
“I like looking at you, Willow Girl,” He wipes his fingers on my inner thigh. “And you like me looking.”
“I don’t, you sick inbred.”
He leans down, pulls my pussy lips apart, and licks the length of me. I try to squeeze my legs closed, to shove him off, and pull on the cuffs, all to no avail.
“Told you already, not inbred,” he says, straightening.
Giving me a wicked grin, he flips me onto my belly, the cuffs linked to allow it. He wraps his arms around my thighs and forces my ass up, my legs wide.
I crane my neck to look over my shoulder at him at eye level with my ass.
“Inbreeding would require blood relatives fucking and reproducing,” he says, shifting his gaze to my ass.
“What are you doing?” What a stupid question. I know what he’s doing. I just don’t know what to do, how to react.
“I’m explaining how inbreeding works. Try to keep up.”
Before I can reply, he buries his face in my pussy and ass, and I suck in a loud breath at the sensation, at him, his tongue soft, a day’s growth of beard rough as he licks my pussy, teases my clit, then drags his tongue up to my asshole and shifts his arms to tilt my hips so he has better access to me. A better view of me.
“Stop,” I squeak. “You can’t do that.”
“I can do anything I want. Don’t you know that yet?” He draws back, looks down at me, then dips his head down to taste me again, tastes all of me. “Your body is so responsive, Helena.”
I bury my face in his pillow, and I can smell him on it. And fuck, what he’s doing. His hands are on my ass, keeping me spread, fingers on me, tongue inside, and my body is like one giant nerve ending.
“Please,” I arch my back. I’m pressing into him, and I’m so close when he pulls away and flips me onto my back.
“Not yet,” he says. “Tonight, you’re going to take my cock, come all over it while you keep telling me you don’t want it, don’t want me, Willow Girl.”
He gets off the bed. His eyes are black, and he doesn’t take them off me when he strips off his jeans and briefs and I see him for the first time.
He’s huge and thick and ready.
“I don’t want you!” I scream, trying to scramble away from him.
He climbs back on the bed and drags me back toward him by the ankle.
“Keep telling yourself that.”
“I mean it.” I squirm, but between him and the bonds at my wrists, I can only move inches.
“You’re not going anywhere, Willow Girl,” he says, again kneeling over me, his thighs on either side of my belly now. He leans back, eyes still on me as he scoops my pussy, lubricating his hand before taking his cock in it.
It takes all I have to drag my gaze up to his.
“You’re not a virgin. Don’t pretend to be scared, sweetheart.”
I look down again, at his cock, at how it’s growing even bigger in his hand. He reaches over my head and unhooks the cuffs from the headboard then unlocks each of them and throws them on the floor. He takes my wrists and spreads my arms wide again and lays on top of me so I can feel the wet tip of his cock on my belly and his face is so close, our eyes locked.
He kisses me, and it’s deep and hard. I know it’s how he’ll fuck me, too—deep and hard and unforgiving. He shifts his grip from my wrists to my hands and interlaces our fingers together. I feel him start to slide inside me, and it hurts. He’s too big, and I may as well be a virgin for all the sex I’ve had.
He turns my head to the side, kisses my cheek. “Relax.” He draws out a little, pulling back to look at me. His eyes are shiny and completely black now. He’s watching me and moving inside me, and I know he’s not even halfway in yet.
“You’re too big. It hurts.” When he releases my hands, I pull mine in and set them on his shoulders, try to push him off at least a little.
He touches my face, the side of my cheek, and I realize he’s wiping away a tear. “You are so pretty when you cry, you know that?”
