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My gaze drops to take in his massive cock, now shining with my juices, then climbs up his body to trace the myriad of tattoos decorating his skin. I follow the swirls of black ink up the ladder of his defined abs to his broad chest, tracing the winding tattoos up his neck to where they end at his jawline. I swallow hard when my eyes finally lift to meet his own, simultaneously terrified and exhilarated by the savagery in his stare.
“Suck.”
My lips pop open to comply and he grips the back of my head, thrusting his cock past them until it hits the back of my throat. I gag around his girth, fighting for air as my lips meet the base. He holds me there for a few agonizing moments, groaning in approval, then lets me go, sliding out halfway as I cough and choke around him.
He doesn’t let up, though. I only have a moment to drag air into my lungs before he’s thrusting in deep again, his thick cock pulsing against my tongue.
“That’s a good girl,” he purrs, brushing my hair out of my face and staring down at me as he starts pumping in and out, fucking my throat. “You love sucking my cock, don’t you, Delilah?”
I know better than to refuse to answer, even though it’s inaudible, the little moaning sound muffled around his thickness.
Still, he grins in satisfaction, brushing my cheek with his thumb and gazing into my eyes like a lover would.“Such a good little slut.”
Something inside of me lights up at his praise, my tongue swirling against the veiny underside of his cock.
He likes that.
At this point, I’ve memorized everything he likes- because even though I loathe this man, some sick, twisted part of me craves his approval. I press my palms against his thighs as he continues using my mouth, licking and sucking and bobbing my head to meet his thrusts as he groans in pleasure.
Then he suddenly pulls out, a string of saliva stretching between the fat head of his cock and my lips as I peer up at him through my eyelashes. With his grip still on my hair, he yanks me to my feet, shoving me backwards until the bark of a tree scrapes my skin.
“Did you taste yourself on my dick?” he growls, crowding me in against the tree trunk and leaning forward until his face is right in front of mine.
My eyes lock with his and I nod weakly.
“Did you like it?”
I nod again and he closes the remaining space between us, lewdly running his tongue over my lips.
He finally relinquishes his grip on my hair, my scalp tingling with relief as his hand slides down to wrap around my throat instead. “Youwantme to fuck you, don’t you?” he murmurs, the corners of his lips tilting up into a cruel smirk. “Youlikeit.”
I shake my head, cheeks burning with shame- but it’s nothing compared to the heat I feel pulsing between my legs. I squeeze my thighs together in an effort to alleviate the throbbing in my core, but it’s useless. He’s right. I like it. And that makesmea monster, too.
His grip tightens around my throat, restricting my air. “Don’t fucking lie to me, Delilah,” he warns, shoving a knee between my thighs. “Admit it.”
I shake my head again, more adamantly this time.
I can’t admit it.
I won’t.
His lips spread into a sadistic grin. “Wrong answer, baby.”
I suck in a greedy gulp of air as his hand leaves my throat, only for him to scoop me up by the backs of my thighs, wrapping them around his waist and fitting the tip of his cock against my opening. Then he thrusts in hard, without warning, taking my breath away again.
The sharp bark of the tree at my back slices my skin as he hammers into me mercilessly, every thrust filling and stretching me to my limit. My inner walls quiver around him, my hands gripping onto his broad shoulders to steady myself as I endure the brutal pounding he delivers. It hurts, but the grind of hispelvis against my clit is making the line between pain and pleasure razor thin, my brain short-circuiting as it struggles to discern the difference.
Pleasure wins out. My toes curl as I feel another climax building in my core, my hips bucking to meet every hard snap of his own. My head falls back against the tree trunk, lips parting as a needy cry slips free.
“My little slut’s about to come all over my cock again, isn’t she?” he taunts, shifting his grip on my thighs to change the angle of his thrusts. The head of his cock hits a spot inside me that makes me go off like a rocket, a scream tearing from my throat as I freefall off the edge of bliss.
My fingernails dig crescents into the flesh of his shoulders while I come undone, my inner walls spasming around his thick cock. He punches his hips forward hard, burying himself to the hilt as he, too, finds release, spilling inside me as his deep, guttural groan mingles with the sound of my wanton scream.
His body presses tightly against mine, pinning me against the tree and squeezing the air from my lungs as he catches his breath. Black dots dance in my vision, but right before I feel like I’m about to pass out, he finally pulls back, sliding out of me and lowering me to my feet.
My knees are too wobbly to stand, but it doesn’t matter. He just scoops me up and throws me over his shoulder, his arm banding tightly around my waist to secure me and my body dangling limply as he carries me back to the bunker.
Back to my cell, where I’ll spend another month waiting for him to come back.
