Page 155 of I’m The Worst

“You’re so fucking wet for me.” When I push two thick fingers inside her tight heat, she clenches hard around me, moaning.

I add a third finger, stretching her, pumping deep while my thumb grinds against her clit. She’s so small beneath me, so tight, and the sight of my thick fingers disappearing into her perfect little cunt makes me lose whatever control I had left.

I pull my fingers out and line my cock up. In one brutal thrust, I slam into her.

She cries out, back arching. I don’t give her time to adjust.

I fuck her harder, hips smacking against her ass. Every thrust makes her perky tits bounce. I spread her legs wider, pushing her knees toward her chest so I can watch everything—the way her tight cunt stretches around my thick cock, the way her slick pussy lips grip me on every pull.

“Fuck, look at you.” Pressing down on her lower stomach, I feel my cock rearranging her insides. “Taking every inch like you were made for me.”

I fuck her deeper, harder, punishing her for living in my head for weeks.

With a growl, I lean down, mouth against her ear. “You have no idea what you do to me. I can’t stop thinking about this tight little body. How perfectly you take my cock. How fucking wet you get when I use you.”

Pulling out of her cunt with a wet sound, I flip her over onto her stomach in one rough motion. She gasps as I yank her ass up high and shove her face down into the mattress.

I need to watch both her tight little holes take me.

Spreading her knees wide apart, I force her thighs open. My hand presses hard between her shoulder blades, pinning her down as I line my cock up with her dripping pussy and slam back inside her.

“Fuck.” Her perfect cunt swallows me whole.

But it’s not enough.

I spit on her asshole and thrust two fingers into her ass, scissoring her open. She cries out, body jerking, but I hold her down harder.

“Your holes stretch so pretty for me.”

Sliding my fingers out, I lean down and shove my tongue into her asshole, licking and fucking her. She tastes like sin and desperation, and it makes me even angrier—because I crave it. And hate it. Hate how quickly my hands learned her body. Hate that some primal part of me already thinks of her as mine.

I pull back, spit on her hole again, and push three fingers into her ass.

“Fuck, Wolff⁠—”

Thrusting my cock inside her, my head falls back, and a deep groan leaves my throat. The ridges of my length drag against my fingers through the thin wall inside her with every brutal movement, the pressure making her shake and sob beneath me.

I’m angry at how badly I need this. Fucking pissed that her skin against mine doesn’t disgust me. It only makes me want to bury myself deeper. And never leave.

I fucking hate it.

The pressure of his thick cock in my pussy and his fingers stretching my ass is almost too much. Every unrelenting thrust sends shock waves of pain and pleasure rippling through me. I’m pinned, face buried in the mattress as he holds me down with his weight.

I can barely breathe.

But I don’t want him to stop.

I want it harder.

I need him to ruin me until there’s nothing left but him.

My sore nipples drag painfully against the sheets as my body rocks beneath his. Every one of his deep, animalistic grunts makes my head spin. His hand stays pressed hard between my shoulder blades, pinning me down as he growls filthy praise against my ear—how perfect my holes feel, how he owns them, how he’s going to stretch me until I break.

Mouth hanging open, drool soaks the sheets while my back arches helplessly.

“Wolff, I’m gonna⁠—”

He ruts his hips forward so powerfully I see stars, burying his cock and fingers to the hilt. I scream into the mattress as my orgasm crashes through me. He groans my name, fingers grinding deep, while his cock jerks and pulses. Hot cum floods my pussy in powerful spurts as he continues grinding into me.