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She breaks enough to sob a little. It’s pitifully beautiful enough that my balls tighten.
“This is gonna fucking hurt,” I tell her and she cries out as she braces herself for the impact.
It doesn’t come.
I wrap her hair around my fist in a heartbeat, the thick end of my cock still snug in her perfect cunt as I tip her head back.
She’s close enough to kiss. But I don’t.
Even though I want to, I don’t.
She’s close enough that I could tell her she’s gonna be just fine if I wanted to. But I don’t offer any assurances.
My breath is a whisper in her ear. “Don’t fucking fight it.”
Her cheek is wet with tears. She nods again and takes a ragged breath.
She holds it in and grits her teeth as I inch my way inside her. It’s slow. Tortured. Tight enough to burn. And she hisses as I crush her with my full weight, my legs pushing hers wide and holding them. I pull her hair into a high pony and brush my lips across the back of her neck.
Her moan is divine.
It’s even better when I bite her.
My teeth nip and hold, my grunts low in my throat as my cock gains ground.
In and out, claiming her slowly, firmly, as she hisses out a breath with each thrust.
I’m steady with each barbell, careful as I edge them inside her, but there’s a desperation in the way I move. I can’t stop. Can’t hold back.
She tenses and groans underneath me as her poor pussy takes it all, but this isn’t the assault she feared and we both know it.
There’s no way I can bottom out in her, not in one go, and that’s a damn fucking shame. A real damn fucking shame.
I just can’t.
I take what I can, pushing for just a little bit more with every thrust, well aware this beautiful nightmare is speeding fast towards its closing act.
Its only ever act.
“I want that cunt,” I whisper. “Give it to me.”
I change angle just enough that the metal inside hits the right spot, and she can’t fight it any more than I can.
She squirms and moans.
Wriggles and whimpers.
Bucks as much as she fucking dares.
Her legs part wider of their own accord, and I know I’m going to give her the most painful fucking orgasm she’s ever had.
“That’s it,” I grunt. “Good girl.”
Her breaths are pained but needy.
She wants more and I know it. I feel it.
I fuck her as deep as I can without tearing her. She takes everything she’s given.
Her hair smells like coconut.
Her neck smells like a beauty counter.
She tastes like I never want this to be over.
“Please…” she whimpers. “More…”
And I smile against her skin. I smile at the crazy.
I smile at how two random strangers can be a million degrees of fucked up and still feel so right.
“Come for me,” I hiss. “Come for your monster.”
And she does.
I let go of her hair, grab her tits hard and fuck her like the nightmare she wanted me to be.
With my beast of a dick stretching her pussy to gaping and metal bars grating her deep, she comes for me as she cries out.
It’s wild. It’s hard.
And it’s fucking everything as she jerks and whimpers.
It takes my all not to flip her over and fuck her eye to eye.
It takes every scrap of restraint not to plant my mouth on hers and kiss her like I mean it.
And I’d mean it.
I realise that she’s inside me as deep as I’m inside her.
She’s supposed to cry no, not yes, when my balls tighten and I thrust in hard.
I’m not supposed to finish off in her pussy.
I’m not supposed to come inside her.
I’m not supposed to grunt and shudder and unload deep as she pants for me.
It shouldn’t feel like heaven as her sweet crazy cunt milks me dry.
She shouldn’t make me feel the way she’s making me feel right now.
My black swan is supposed to be fighting to get away, not lying sated underneath me with her cheek on the tarmac as I pull my barbells free one by one.
My breaths are heavy on her neck as I lift myself free.
I’m reeling as I shove my cock back in my jeans.
She still doesn’t move. Not even an inch.
She’s a wreck in the shadows with her legs spread wide, glancing over her shoulder as though she wants round two.
But I’m already retreating. Already backing away into the darkness.
I register her confusion. The disappointment in the way her eyes search, until she moves enough to feel the mess she’s in.
She’s taken enough. So much more than enough already.
She winces as she rises. Cries out as she registers how rough she just had it.
I watch her ease slowly to her feet, so slowly. Tenderly.
I watch her find her bearings and come to her senses.
