Page 212 of Love Me in the Dark

I could feel my arousal coating the tip as it went in and out of me, making sultry, sloppy sounds. The pain stretched me beyond my limits and the pleasure was there to dull it, consuming me a whole. It was a paradox of feelings, the most intense thing I had ever felt in my life.

“Just when I thought you couldn't get wetter.” He stroked my hair before pressing my face harder into the mattress, heightening his pace this time around, tainting me until I was sobbing into the mattress, begging for release.

It was fucked up.

It was screwed up.

It was too much.

“I can't—” I hiccuped. “I can't take it.”

“Yes, you can.” He grunted.

He slowed down, gathered my arousal and pushed it back into my cunt to fuck me.

God, no.

I thrashed, trying to free my hands from his grip but he was stronger than me. Every time he thrusted into me, he'd slow down, glide the tip over my clit and push the gun back in.

I was a dripping mess.

My legs trembled. My breath thinned out. The world around me, dark and twisted, was fading off until I was drowning in my loud, ugly moans. I had never been pleasured in such a sick, twisted way before.

I was losing my shit and he loomed behind me, fucking me senseless with that gun.

“Please…please…please…” I didn't know if I was begging him to stop or go harder.

“Helpless and dripping wet just how I like it.” He reached for a breast, pinching my nipple.

I moaned. Hard.

My curled toes dug into the surface beneath me. I wanted to shift and run away from his cruel fucking but he held me down and made me take it.

Once my stomach did that thing, and my pussy started clenching around the gun, he didn't let me have the release. He tossed the gun aside and replaced it with his mouth.

A growl ripped from his throat as he tasted me. He grabbed onto my waist and feasted on me from behind until I was screaming at the top of my lungs, soaking the sheets with my arousal and my tears.

My throat burned. My limbs were sore. My body was tired but it still wanted more.

He licked, sucked and devoured me like he had been gravely starved. He reached for my breasts, twisting and rolling my nipples as he fucked me with his wicked tongue.

My release swept through me like a tidal wave. I didn't hold back my scream as I came all over his face. My body weakened from the release, and my face dropped into the wet pillow.

I could smell my sweat and saliva.

I whimpered as he lapped up my juices, groaning out of sheer satisfaction.

“You are the most delicious thing I have ever eaten.”

My joints were still crying from the release, and I was still catching my breath when I heard the rattling of his belt and the unzipping of his fly behind me. My pussy watered, eager to be pounded and ravaged. The tip of my nipples hardened into stiff peaks.

I was spent, but my insides swirled with excitement at the thought of being fucked.

“Still so wet and excited for me,” he murmured, running his fingers over my lips from behind before his hand came around my neck.

He teased my opening with the tip of his cock, dragging it up and down my cunt as I shuddered and begged for him to fuck me. My lips parted against the sheets and I buried my face into the mattress further when he eventually pushed himself into me.

“Ahhhh…” I moaned.