He suddenly pulls his fingers out of me, smearing my come over my asshole before tightening his grip on my neck, demanding me to manoeuvre. On trembling legs, I reluctantly follow his lead around the tree until he turns me, and I feel the cold handle of his knife, aiming at a slight upward angle against my ass.
Bringing his face is close to mine, his eyes are feral as they search my heavy-lidded gaze. Leaning down, he grabs my ass cheeks, splitting them wide apart and I cling to his soaked leather jacket, my fingers digging into the wet material as he pushes his body against mine, making me take his knife.
I shift slightly, ensuring the handle is centred to avoid it slipping into my pussy or cutting me. With every movement, it slowly enters me, it’s cold, firm surface an unnatural intrusion and my brows pinch together, my mouth dropping open at the same time as a gasp escapes. The shape is odd, completely out of place inside me, but he continues steadily, stretching me as each engraved ridge of the handle immerses and glides down my forbidden walls.
As soon as I feel the edge of the cold steel blade, I push against his chest, stopping him and I take a moment, trying to adjust to the strange sensation, but his hands tighten on my ass, his fingers digging into the flesh, taking power, giving me little time to get used to it.
Suddenly, he slides me all the way up to the tip and forcefully pushes me back down again, almost reaching the blade.
“I said, fucking all of it,” he growls.
The feeling elicits a shamefully, loud moan against his lips, beyond my control and his grip moves to my hips, becoming firmer, guiding my thrusts to become more erratic and aggressive. His eyes scan my face, absorbing my heavy gaze and parted lips. The further I lose myself in his swirling eyes, the more I find myself surrendering to him and with shaky hands, I lower them, slipping my fingertips beneath his wet, black tank that clings to his skin. Hesitantly, I lay my palms on his hard abs, unable to stop myself. I need to feel him. I need to touch his incredible body, despite knowing this is so wrong. The strong muscles beneath my fingertips ripple with each movement, solid and tight.
“You’re touching me, Dolly.”
Lost in my insanity of lust, my eyes are so dazed they close. “Fuck, I know,” I gasp out with a breathless whisper. “I don't want to, but I can't help it.”
I move my hands up further, skimming over his pecs, feeling the hard lines of his muscles and his nipple piercing slides over my palm, the cool metal contrasting against the heat radiating from his skin, causing me to shiver.
His grip on my hips tighten as he pulls me closer. “I know you fucking can't. You're mine, pretty girl, and there's no turning back for you. For us.” I shudder at his words, the weight of them sinking into my veins.
My hands continue to explore his tattooed body, tracing every contour and despite the handle still inside me, the discomfort mingles with an undeniable pleasure, making me crave so much more. I arch against him, surrendering to the storm of emotionsthat are taking over me, knowing there's no escape from this dark, irresistible connection.
As one of his hands snakes up the front of my body, he captures my lips, and I accept, our tongues merge in a feral and devouring kiss. When he has a firm hold on my breast, squeezing brutally, I hiss against his lips.
Once he realizes he no longer needs to control me since I am fucking his knife of my own free will, his other hand slips into the waistband of my ripped panties. The tips of his fingers instantly press through my pussy lips, finding my sensitive clit.
He rubs me out forcefully, heightening my pleasure, and I once again feel my peak approaching. The intensity of his touch is overwhelming, and my moans grow louder, blending with the primal sounds escaping him as our kiss deepens.
“Oh yes, just like that. I am so fucking close, Hell. Don’t stop.” I groan, letting him hear the words he undoubtedly wants to hear, but with a vicious snarl against my lips, he suddenly plunges three fingers into my soaked hole without warning.
I let out a loud cry, not caring who hears and his other hand clings to the back of my thigh, lifting it to his hip, allowing him to delve even deeper into my dripping pussy. Now with both of my holes filled, I know it will be everything I need to be pushed over the edge.
As we kiss wildly, I fuck his fingers and the knife with desperate, animalistic bounces and the intensity builds rapidly, my body trembling with the effort. Feeling my climax peaking inside me like a ticking time bomb about to detonate, my breaths become ragged and frantic against his lips. My eyes roll back, the pleasure so intense it borders on pain.
“Fuck, I’m going to come!,” I scream out.
With a sudden, vice-like grip on my throat, he wrenches me forward, the knife tearing out of my ass with a brutal tug. I stumble, his strength propelling me until I crash onto my hands and knees on the sodden ground below.
His hand presses on my back, forcing me face down as he kneels behind me. The sharp sting of the knife's handle pierces my violated ass once more, eliciting a cry from my lips as he thrusts it deep inside me. Simultaneously, he drives all three of fingers back into my wet pussy, the attack unstoppable and wild, like a crazed beast unleashed.
As he begins fucking both my holes once again with unbearable force, my thighs shake, but despite the ferocity of his sickening assault, his control works. Within moments, pleasure explodes within me like a violent tempest, my fingers claw at the mud, a cry ripping from my throat, reverberating into the darkness of the silent forest.
In the midst of my orgasm, he swiftly withdraws his fingers and the knife, only to spread me wide apart with his fingers and thumbs, his face diving into my dripping pussy. His tongue lashes out with a predatory hunger, ravaging my pulsating core with fierce strength.
With each untamed moan that leaves me, he heightens the ecstasy, his piercing teasing, and tormenting with expert precision. His movements are ruthless as he feasts on me with a growl before his tongue flattens against my swollen flesh before sliding upward to my asshole, collecting my come, where he continues to eat.
He forces his thick tongue so deep into each of my openings, stretching and desperate to taste my inner walls, that I can feel his piercing inside of me. My eyes drift shut, starting to see spots forming behind my eyelids, seeking refuge as I try to steady myerratic breaths, allowing him to do whatever he wants to me since I am absolutely immobile.
After what seems like hours of his unrelenting gnawing on my holes, unable to get enough of the taste of me, he withdraws, the absence of his touch leaving me feeling oddly deprived and needing for more already.
A sharp smack against the side of my ass with his big hand jolts me out of my hazy state, eliciting a wince of pain from my lips. He leans over, his fingers tangling in my wet hair as he pulls me upright, my exhausted body collapsing against his solid chest.
With my head resting on his shoulder, I feel his warm breath ghosting over my skin as he trails his nose slowly along the curve of my neck, sending shivers cascading down my spine. His hands roam upward at the same time, skimming over the contours of the front of my body until he pushes them firmly over the swells of my breasts. He toys with my pierced nipples, latching them between his fingers before pulling until he cannot tug anymore.
A low, primal growl vibrates from his torso as his teeth graze my jaw, igniting a whirlwind of feelings within me, feelings I struggle to understand but cannot deny.
When he speaks into my ear, I am still in a stupor, but my eyes gently open. “I want to take you home with me and use you as my little fucking toy all night, but Hellion will be unleashed on you on Dark Night, Dolly.”
