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“You’ll be . . . you’ll be gentle at first, right, Zedd?” I gape down along my bare breasts, which are streaked dark red from where he’d twisted my nipples and slapped my flesh. “Just to make sure I can . . . oh, oh,oh!”
Instead of answering Zedd presses his cockhead to my entrance and pushes the heavy bulb past my folds and stops. My eyes go wide as my pussy locks up like it’s stunned at what’s about to happen to it.
Zedd’s throat moves as he swallows, his eyes narrowed to slits of desperate restraint, like he’sthisfucking close to ramming his way into me but is holding on because he doesn’t want to hurt me.
“Relax, Princess,” he whispers, stroking my hair gently, wiping the beads of sweat from my forehead. “We’re going to stay like this for as long as you need. Your pussy’s locked up, but it’s going to open up for me. It knows what it’s been made for. Just takes a minute to come to terms with what’s coming. Relax. I’m going to take care of you, Princess. I’m not going to hurt your precious body. I’d fucking die before I do anything to hurt you, baby. I love you. I mean that. You know I mean it.”
I nod out a trembling smile, feeling my vagina start to relax from Zedd’s soothing words. He pushes in another inch, then stops again, his body so tense I marvel at his restraint even as my body tingles with a sickening mix of fear and excitement.
“I know you love me,” I whisper, gulping back an image of me in a wedding dress streaked red at the crotch. “But you aren’t really going to kill Ralph Romero at the wedding, are you?”
He rumbles out a breath. “I want to. Fuck, I want to so badly.” The exhale shudders both our bodies with his suppressed rage. “But it’s too reckless and I know it. They’ll blame your father for the hit. That alone could start a war.” He grits his teeth, pushing another inch into me, making me bite down on my lower lip to muffle a squeal. “No, Princess. I will have to let you go after tonight. Should have let you go this afternoon, but here we are. You ready for this?”
Still biting my lip, I nod. Zedd grunts an exhale, then slowly begins to push all the way into me, slow at first, then picking up speed, gathering strength, driving his length past my barrier, way past any semblance of what seems reasonable as I feel a sharp pain that makes me cry out, arch my back as Zedd leans in and smothers my lips and drives his tongue down my throat.
And my pussy opens up with a gasp of surrender, warm blood easing his thick entry, my thighs spreading wide as Zedd presses his heavy body down on me, then begins to thrust.
10
ZEDD
Every thrust takes me further from reason and closer to recklessness. Her sweet warm blood coats my shaft, lubricating my entry with its dark stickiness, drawing me deeper into this manic state where sex and violence swirl together like our naked glistening bodies sliding across each other, my cock so deep in her tight hole there’s no way to tell where I end and she begins, where this fantasy ends and reality begins.
Because every step I’ve taken today has taken me deeper into danger, dragged Amelia deeper into danger along with me.
Her pussy squeezes tight against my shaft, milking me like a hungry mouth, drawing the hot semen up from my heavy balls as they slap against her smooth wet undersides like sandbags in the rain.
“There’s no way I’m pulling out,” I pant as I slide my palms beneath her quivering ass, raise her slightly off the bed so I can angle my thrusts and drag my cockhead along that fibrous cluster of G-spot nerves on the front wall of her vagina. She’s opening up nice and easy, but she’s still deliciously tight, a perfect little hole designed for my dick, made for me, to be fucked by me and nobody else. “Not when your pussy is milking me like that, not when you’re so tight and hot, so slick and juicy, so perfect and pretty. So mine.” The next stroke is harder, makes her cry out. “Say it,” I grunt. “Mine. Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she whimpers as I fuck her deep, her pussy so wet and smooth that I can’t help but go faster, go deeper. “Oh, I’m yours, Zedd. Oh shit, oh hell, ohfuck!”
She lurches in ecstasy as I drag my cockhead past her G-spot and then drive all the way deep. My middle finger slides into her mouth, and she sucks it hungrily. “That’s it, Princess. Suck my finger as your pussy sucks my cock. That’s it, oh fuck, I’m close to exploding, Amelia, I’m going to fill you with every last drop. There’s no way you aren’t getting pregnant just from this one time, but I can’t pull out, won’t pull out, going to fill you and fuck you and own you and love you.” I shove three fingers all the way down her throat to stop her from screaming, making her suck and bite my fingers as I thrust harder, deeper, rutting my Princess like a savage but she can take it, she’s taking it, she was born to take it and she’ll take it until we’re both dead, even after we’re both dead, because this is love that transcends death, real love that’s going to find a way to exist through eternity. “Own you and love you,” I say again with a panting growl. “Love you forever. Don’t know how we’re going to be together but we have to find a way. I’m never letting go, Amelia. I had no idea what being inside you would do to me, would awaken in me. There’s no way I’m leaving your side after tonight, Princess. I’m going to sneak into your room every fucking night for the next three weeks before your wedding. So make sure your pussy knows I’m coming for it after the sun goes down. You understand? Do you?”
“Y-yes,” Amelia stammers as she sucks my fingers and moves her hips to take me as we both get close to sealing our fate, writing the ending to our forbidden love story, one that my heart dreads will climax with both of us dead because of this choice. “Yes, Zedd. I’ll be waiting every night in my bed, under the covers, naked under my nightshirt, waiting for you, waiting for this, waiting for us.”
Her words come out garbled, saliva bubbling out the sides of her mouth as my fingers fuck her throat and my cocks owns her pussy. I don’t know what’s going to happen in three weeks on her wedding day. Don’t know if I’m going to murder Ralph Romero at the altar. Maybe I’ll let him live, let the wedding happen, spend the rest of my life sneaking into the Romero mansion after dark. I’d secretly fuck my woman right after Ralph puts his filthy seed in her, making sure I flood her womb with my semen and drown his swimmers with the force of my love, make sure every baby she produces is mine, all mine, just like she’s mine, fuckingmine!
The thoughts rage wild like a fire out of control. I hear myself saying all those things, everything from gutting Ralph Romero like a fish in front of the buffet table on her father’s lawn to filling Amelia’s womb with my babies instead of Ralph’s, sweet Amelia lying to her husband about whose kids they really are.
“So maybe instead of the virgin widow, you’ll be the woman with two husbands,” I snarl in my madness. “Every time he fucks this pussy, I will get you alone and fuck you deeper, fuck you harder, pump you full of my semen, so your womb only takes my seed, mine only.” She gasps in shock, but the way her pussy clenches as we get closer to the edge tells me she’s just as lost as I am in this dark world where we’ve blurred the lines between fantasy and reality, sex and violence, marriage and murder. “You know that the bulbous head of a man’s cock evolved that way to scoop out another man’s seed from his woman’s pussy? Yeah, Princess, so if that’s what I have to do to keep you, so be it.”
She almost chokes as I ram all the way in, the sense of dark competition firing that possessive drive to an inferno of ownership. Mine. Mine. Mine. That’s all I know right now, all I care about, and now I feel the explosion coming, feel the climax burning, the hot seed thundering up from my balls as Amelia thrashes under my weight, writhes in my grasp, shatters in my arms.
I just about manage to cover her mouth and kill the wailing howl as we come together, biting down on my lower lip to stop the bellow of guttural release. I thrust deep and flex, my body seizing, balls tightening, cock thickening and then erupting in Amelia’s depths, spurting torrents of white-hot seed, again and again, my balls delivering load after load as Amelia sobs through climax after climax, her body convulsing in my arms like she’s being electrocuted, burned alive with the fire of our coupling.
Hot semen gushes out the sides of her slit as I keep thrusting, keep coming, keep emptying myself, keep filling her. The bedclothes are soaked in sweat and semen and her sweet stickiness. We’re a panting heaving writhing mess of skin and flesh, dark and glistening creatures in the night, the cool air from the open hole in the window blowing against our burning skin, bringing us slowly back to the vicinity of the real world.
“Are you all right, Princess?” I whisper as my vision slowly comes back and I see her beneath me. Her eyes are closed, her chin streaked with blood from when she’d bitten my fingers so hard I think she struck the bone. “Baby, look at me. Fuck, I need to know I didn’t hurt you. I lost my mind at the end, and—”
Amelia’s eyelids flutter open. A trembling smile shows on her lips. “Did . . . did I do OK?”
I exhale in relief, then cover her pretty face with kisses. I kiss her forehead and her eyelids and her nose and her cheeks and her chin and her lips, her sweet lips, carefully and gently and possessively and lovingly. Finally I collapse before rolling off her and then cuddling her into me like the precious sweetheart she is.
“Did youdoOK? Are you serious? Baby, did you see how far gone I was because of you? Did you hear the deranged shit spouting from my mouth?” I gather her into my chest, a warm shudder going through me that I know is the physical bonding rooted in love. “I love you, and we’re going to have to find a way to be together.”
She blinks up at me. “Really? You mean that?”
I nod even as dread stabs my heart. Seeing the hope in her eyes pushes the blade of dread deeper. There’s no turning back now. I crossed all the lines today and now she’s mine, all the way mine, always and forever, till death do us part.
