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Oh, that grin waswicked.
He grabbed my ankle and yanked me. I found myself flat on my back beneath him, as his one hand pinned my arm with the gun and the other gripped my throat, with just enough pressure to keep me in place. He leaned close, his lips inches from mine. His scent was intoxicating, like weed and whiskey, like brown sugar and smoke.
Below the silver barbell through his eyebrow, I noticed a tiny tattoo of St. Peter’s cross. His gaze burned over me until it settled, smoldering, on my eyes. “Are you really prepared to face the consequences of what you just said?”
“Please don’t hurt me, mister,” I said, a smile on my lips despite the squeeze of his hand. “I’m just an innocent girl.”
He chuckled, deep in his chest. “Oh, you’re anything but innocent. And hurting you is exactly what I’m going to do.”
It’s strange to be haunted by dreams of pain and death, only to wake up and desperately seek the same things. Call it a kink, a fetish, whatever — I couldn’t escape the desire to take the very things that had hurt me and make them mine, control them,usethem. Maybe someday it would make them less frightening. Maybe one day it would make the nightmares stop.
Monsters were real and Gods were evil, so the world was already going to Hell, regardless of my weird sexual turn-ons.
His mouth pressed to mine and my lips parted for him, drinking in his taste like it was the first shot of whiskey on a cold night. He squeezed my throat as he kissed me, his nails digging into my skin, far sharper than I’d expected. His tongue moved against mine, and I could feel the smooth, rounded metal of a tongue piercing — not one buttwo— and gave a soft moan as he bit my lip. Breathless, our mouths parted, but only so he could whisper, “Aww, did you really think I’d be that gentle?”
He reached down, his hand still tight around my throat as he tugged at my jeans, popping the buttons open. He rubbed his palm roughly over my panties, squeezing his hand tighter around my neck as he growled, “I feel that wet spot down there, girl. What a sick little slut. You really wanted to get taken advantage of in the middle of the woods by a stranger? Such a badass little bitch until you’ve got dick on your mind.”
If he’d said that to me back at the bar, I would have slapped him. But being degraded as he slipped his hand into my panties, his fingers encountering the wetness soaking through the cloth, was just one more bizarre thing I could add to my list of fucked-up turn-ons. He rubbed his fingers over my clit, my legs twitching as the stimulation jerked at my nerves.
When he pressed two fingers inside me, slick with my arousal, I gasped sharply and choked back the whimper that tried to escape. He pressed his forehead to mine, so I couldn’t avoid his eyes or the sight of that wicked smile, pumping his fingers into me as he said, “Don’t close your eyes now, girl. Are you trying to hold back those cute little sounds from me? Hm?”
I didn’t understand how the hell he knew I was holding back, but when his fingers curled inside me, any attempts at silencing myself were useless. He pressed against that deep spot that instantly tightened my abdomen, my legs squeezing together at the stimulation. He slid his knees out, using his legs to spread mine andkeepthem spread out. He hadn’t even gotten my jeans off my ankles and he already had me soaking my panties, about to orgasm on his fingers.
The sounds he was forcing out of me were pathetic, and they were increasing in volume. The louder I was, the more he began to laugh, and the more I began to think that his teeth looked a hell of a lot sharper than they had before. But it was dark, every nerve in me was throbbing, and because I’d tried so hard to hold back, my orgasm only hit me harder when it came.
For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. He didn’t stop pumping his fingers into me, he didn’t stop massaging his palm against my swollen clit or curling his fingers up to hit that spot. I couldn’t stop myself; I gushed over his hand. God, the way he laughed at me, taunting me for breaking apart as if I had a choice, was too goddamn hot. He withdrew his fingers to suck the digits clean in his mouth.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he murmured. He pressed his fingers past my lips, over my tongue, so I could taste myself on his skin. I moaned as he pushed his fingers deep into my mouth, far enough that my eyes began to water and I tried not to choke at the depth.
“Too much for you yet?” I gagged and he pulled his fingers back to slap them against my cheek — a sting that instantly made me smile. “Tell me to stop if it is.”
If I’d wanted him to stop, I would have bashed him across the head with the gun, but stopping was the last thing on my mind.
I was about to mouth off, about to challenge him, but it was as if he sensed it coming. He flipped me over to my stomach, straddled me, and ground his hips down against my bare ass as he scratched his nails down my back. God, even through his jeans, I could tell he was thick, and I could have sworn the man had claws from the scratches he left behind.
“I’m going to fucking wreck that little pussy.” He brought his voice close to my ear, and gripped my ass tight. I tried to look back at him, but he forced my head down against the dirt.
“I’ve heard that one before,” I said breathlessly. “I’ll see if you can actually follow through.”
As if he hadn’t just made me soak my panties squirting. As if I wasn’t still dizzy from the orgasm.
“Oh, is that how it is?” He chuckled, low and dark. “If I don’t follow through, feel free to shoot me in the fucking head, because frankly, I deserve it if you get up with that bitchy mouth of yours still capable of speech.”
I heard the movement of his belt, the sound of his zipper sliding down. With one hand keeping the nape of my neck pinned, he used the other to tug my hips up, forcing my lower back to arch before he pressed that thick cock inside me.
I cried out, and bit down on my wrist curled beneath my head at the stretch of him entering me.Fuck, his size wasn’t normal. Even slick as I was, so turned on I could hardly think straight, he was almost too big to fit. Every inch stretched me; every inch ached.
“Ah…fuck…” My voice broke on the words, and he reached around to grip my face as he pressed fully inside me.
“Going to beg for mercy?” he growled, squeezing my cheeks.
I would have snapped at his hand if his grip wasn’t so tight. But all I managed to grind out instead was, “No.”
All preamble was gone now. He pounded into me and I squeezed around him, throbbing on that knife’s edge between pain and pleasure. The hand he’d used to grip my face now forced my mouth open, and two fingers pressed on my tongue. His opposite hand slipped beneath me, teasing my clit as his cock punished me, another orgasm swelling uncontrollably. My cries heightened in pitch; every effort I made to stay quiet only made it worse — better — I didn’t know anymore.
He bit down on my shoulder, hard enough to break the skin. The sharp, stinging pain made me moan, and I shuddered as his tongue moved hungrily over the bite. My legs were shaking, my deep gasping breaths weren’t enough. His cock throbbed inside me, an animalistic growl rising in him with every thrust. The thought of him coming inside me, filling me, turned me on too much. Pulling out be damned, I wanted this freak’s cum dripping out of me for the rest of the night.
His brutal cock and his fingers on my clit had me writhing in the dirt. He was close, because he released my face to pull up my hips with both hands, fucking into me with urgency. With my head no longer restrained, I looked back at him right as I came, right as his cock throbbed inside me.
