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“Hang onto my neck and fuck me like you hate me,” he urges me, then smacks my ass so hard that the sharp sound makes my flesh quiver, and my thighs tighten around him.
“Like I hate you?” Manasseh's hands shift beneath me, lifting my butt gently as he settles into a sitting position, and he forces me to wrap my arms around his neck for a little stability, as my knees sink into the wet sand.
“Like this!” he guides me, never taking his eyes off me, scrutinizing me. “Say it!”
“I fucking hate you!” I feel his cock slowly penetrating me, and I let out a muffled gasp as I feel him forcing his way inside me.
“Keep going...” he growls, revealing his canines, confirming that he's feeling the same intense pressure between our sexes.
“I can't!” I flinch and pull back, memories of the painful hours after the last time flooding my mind, when I could barely walk to my car.
“Yes, you can! You can do anything if you want to,” his sunken gaze supports mine, as he wraps his arms around my waist again, this time with both arms, making sure I won't go anywhere. “Open your legs wide for me, Becca. You can do it!” he encourages me in a hushed tone, and the calmness with which he speaks sends shivers down my spine, making me believe I truly can do anything.
Then... you could simply refuse, but you choose to continue, the inner voice reveals what I keep denying.
I want to be with Manasseh like this.
So I let myself be guided by the sweet voice of the serpent that tempted Eve to sin, and I choose to take a bite from the forbidden apple.
My thighs start to shake and my muscles ache as they give up the fight, feeling the round, swollen head of his cock enter me with dizzying slowness. I cling to his neck desperately, feeling him differently than last time, all because of this damn position that fully exposes me to his cruelty.
“It's impossible,” I grit my teeth, and I try to back off, like I've done every time, with every thing I've really wanted, but he won't let me.
Manasseh confirms to me that he is here to never let me give up again.
“It hurts?” he mimics regret, but there’s not one trace of empathy on his face.
“Mhm,” I look over his shoulder, resting my chin against the crook of his sweaty neck, continuing to take shaky, fearful breaths.
“Okay,” he replies arrogantly, and it looks like he wasn't kidding when he threatened to hurt me badly enough to feel it deep in my bones, but enough to be able to handle it.
“Please...” I mumble, feeling pathetic once again in his grasp.
“Do you want me to give it to you slowly, piggy?”
“No more!” I gasp and feel my legs begin to give way, ready to refuse to support me anymore.
“Shut up and take it all, Becca!” Manasseh thrusts his hips forward and I feel him penetrate me deeply.
I inhale sharply, caught off guard, and as my mouth forms a perfect 'O', it’s enveloped by a hungry one. Pulling away from his strong shoulders without deepening the kiss, I slap him as my legs completely loose the fight and I succumb to all of his length, becoming the perfect victim of a brutal penetration.
“Never kiss me again without my consent, you asshole!” I respond angrily, and Manasseh laughs at my face.
His wet hair, short on the sides and longer in the front, falls over his eyes, adding an even more enigmatic and degrading quality, and this is the effect he has on everything he touches.
He doesn't stop until it destroys you completely.
“Good. Now you're looking at me,” he grins superiorly and moves under me, forcing me to cling to his strong shoulders while he's still inside me, barely resisting taking the initiative and tearing me apart to his heart's desire. “Keep looking at me, Becca!”
“Why?” I can barely speak, feeling him far too big, too deep, unbearably hard, ready to tear me apart if he ever moves as suddenly as before one more time.
“Because only your eyes can tell me how much you like it,” he adds arrogantly, looking at my mouth like a sacred place from which he had once again been exiled. “Move or I will!” he ordered sharply.
“Go to hell! I retort, hating how he orders me around, ready to slap him again, but Manasseh grabs my wrist and immobilizes it behind my back.
“One day I'll shut that big mouth of yours, using something that you already feel how big it is, just so I can stop hearing you whine like a spoiled whore.”
“Your mother’s a whore!” I throw it in his face and he starts laughing, moving inside me, punishing me for being a bad girl and daring to speak rudely with him.
