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“I hate you,” she whispers through her moans. “Don’t stop.”
I grin as I twist her nipple until she squeals. “You’re going to regret that.”
With her ass still in the palms of my hands, I lift her up and bring her into the shower, turning it on. I don’t give a shit that I’m still dressed and that everything will get wet. I want her here—wet, wild, right now.
I place her down and take off the shirt sticking to my body. The water pours down on her face and washes away the blood. With a raging boner, I stay put, waiting for her to make a move, waiting for her to decide what to do. I lift my head and let the water cascade down on me, washing away my sins and every shred of evidence.
But none of it will ever get erased from her mind.
“I don’t want to force myself on you,” I say, licking the droplets of water off my lips, wishing I could lick hers instead.
“You aren’t,” she replies. “I’m letting you do this.”
Her hands touch my chest and alert all my senses. I look down at her, shocked at her fearlessness. Admiring her tenacity and ferocity.
Her hand slowly slides down my body, undoing the button of my pants, slowly forcing it down over my cock which bobs up and down when freed. I feel huge as I tower over her, but even as her hands wrap neatly around my dick, she’s not pulling back.
I groan as she moves her fingers right around the tip and back again, making me want to thrust. It’s so damn hard to hold back, but this is important. She needs to be the one to decide.
But she doesn’t stop. Doesn’t hold back.
Keeps going until pre-cum drips out of my cock, until veins protrude the skin, until my balls tighten from her fondling me.
God, I want to fucking come so hard right now. I want to cover her with my cum and then some. I want to lick her, collar her, bite her, suck up the blood, and do it all over again.
I’m a sick bastard without remorse.
And despite knowing all that, she still wants me.
Both her hands wrap around my length and jerk me off until I’m about to burst. But then she goes to her knees and takes me into her mouth, sucking me off.
Fuck, it feels so good.
Her tongue circling around, saliva making it wet and hard, and I just want to thrust inside.
So I do. Each time a little more until she lets go completely and allows me to fuck her face.
Just like before, only this time it was her idea. Her needs above mine.
And I want to give it to her. Give her whatever she desires.
So I ask, “Is this what you want?”
She nods, moaning when I bury myself inside her.
Her eyes open wide even though she can’t see, but she knows how much I like to peer into her sparkling white eyes.
I can’t stop myself from grabbing her face and fucking her even harder. Hard enough to make the tears pop into her eyes and gargling sounds emerge from her throat.
But despite shoving my dick even farther down her throat, she doesn’t push me away. Instead, she parts her legs and begins to touch herself, flicking her clit until she trembles from lust.
“You don’t have to do this,” I say as I pull out to let her breathe.
But she refuses to say anything to deny me this.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” I say, lifting her chin.
She shakes her head. “I do.”
I frown. “Why?”
“Do you know why you feel the need to kill?”
“No,” I answer. “I just do.”
She licks her lips. “Then you understand why I don’t know the reason I need to feel you inside me.”
I nod. I finally understand. We both have our wicked needs. She just found her own when she met me. Maybe that’s why she’s struggled so much, hated me so much … because I brought out the worst in her.
But now she’s finally learning to accept that. Even though it shouldn’t, it makes perfect sense.
She … is perfect.
And when she opens her mouth, I don’t hold back. I shove right back in and hold her lips right where I want them to be, against my skin, with my tip bobbing against the back of her throat. She coughs and heaves when I pull back out, but her mouth is still wide open for me to claim, so I do. I thrust back inside with full force, taking all my pent-up adrenaline and rage from back in the forest out on her.
I know it’s wrong. But she likes it wrong. And she’s about to come.
Her whole body is shaking, sweating, her face turning red.
She’s so close, and she knows exactly where to touch herself to push herself over the edge.
