Page 66 of I’m The Worst

Her moans get louder, more desperate. Like she’s trying to pull me deeper, her cunt flutters and squeezes around me.

I reach around, find her swollen clit, and rub tight, harsh circles while I pound into her. Her back arches more as she whimpers, pushing that perfect ass back against me.

Without warning, she clamps down around me, her pussy spasming, soaking me as she comes hard. The pressure is so intense, it drags a low grunt out of my throat. I keep fucking her through it, hips snapping, chasing the burn building at the base of my spine.

I can already feel it—the way her tight little holes would look stretched wide open around my fingers, then my fist. Gaping. Ruined. Owned.

I slam deep and come with a suppressed roar, flooding her pussy with thick, heavy spurts. The pleasure is intense, almost painful—every pulse of my cock shooting more cum into her, filling her until it starts leaking out around my shaft. I grind against her ass, letting her feel every throb as I empty every last drop.

When I finally pull out, my cock is still hard, shiny and slick with our mixed cum. It trickles from her stretched cunt onto the sheets. I drag two fingers through the mess and smear it up over her tight little asshole.

“I like stretching tight fucking holes.”

“Wolff… I…I need a minute…” she whimpers as I press a cum-coated finger against her tight ring of muscle and push in slow.

“Not asking for your permission, solnyshko.”

I sink my finger deep, feeling her tense up around me as I work her open. Her breathing turns shallow and ragged.

“You’re going to take my fist.” I work my finger in deeper.

“I…I don’t know if I can⁠—”

“You will.”

I lean over her back, my lips brushing the shell of her ear as I stretch her asshole wider with a second finger.

“Because I want to feel that tight little hole wrapped around my fist…and you’re going to let me.”

The third finger, she’ll fight. I know she will.

“Ah—fuck! Wait. Please⁠—”

I don’t wait.

Grabbing the back of her neck to hold her down, I keep working her ass open. The second my hand closes around her throat⁠—

“No! Not my neck—don’t—” Her nails fly back as she shrieks, clawing viciously at my wrist. “Jackal! Jack— Jackal!”

She’s screaming it over and over, body bucking wildly. Her breathing turns into sharp, broken gasps. She’s fighting me like her life depends on it, thrashing under my hold.

For a split second, I freeze—shock ripping through me like ice water. I yank my fingers out of her ass and release her neck.

Her body curls in on itself, trembling, hands pressed to her throat, her face buried in the pillow. She’s choking on her own tears, trying to muffle the sound of her sobs.

Fuck.

I roll her onto her side and pull her chest against mine without thinking. Taking her shaky hand, I press it flat over my heart, covering it with my own.

“Feel that. Right here. My heart. Breathe with it.”

She’s grasping at my skin, body still jerking with panic.

“In.” I breathe deep so she can feel my chest rise under her palm. “Out. Slow. Again.”

I keep my hand locked over hers, holding it firmly against my chest. “You’re safe, AJ. You said Jackal, and I stopped. Breathe with me. In…slow. Out.”

Her breathing is ragged and too fast. But slowly—painfully slowly—it starts to match mine. The trembling eases. Her gasps turn into smoother inhales. Her muscles uncoil a fraction.