Page 88 of Satan's Spawn

Contrary to my distorted psyche, there’s nothing appealing about what’s transpiring between them. It’s cold, hard, and ruthless. And although Alexis looks like she’s enjoying it with her hands locked behind her back, Crayton is downright maniacal as he plunges in and out of her.

He’s angry. No, raging as he slaps her again with an open palm. Alexis looks back at him with a grin, not an ounce of surprise with his aggression as steady tears run down her cheeks.

Her ass is red enough for me to see from here, and the bright blue cloth stuffed in her mouth looks…extremely uncomfortable. Also kind of familiar.

My eyes widen with realization and I have to cover my mouth to stop it from gasping. No fucking way.

Crayton’s using my bathing suit top to gag her.

This isn’t a teenage fuckfest, this is purely a consequence for her defiance.

In Crayton’s sick twisted way.

I adjust myself as I continue to spy on them, thinking about all the times I’ve watched similar scenarios on my phone, even though none were this depraved.

I wish they were, though.

Because I’ve never felt as aroused as I do now watching Crayton fuck Alexis so rough. The real thing is nothing like the porn I watch, I don’t even think the real thing is like this.

The sex they’re having is purely dark, degrading. Hateful. And, God, I think there’s something broken inside me because I like it.

So much my thighs are spreading on their own accord, and my hand slides between my legs, behind my bathing suit to rub my clit. I immediately jolt from my touch, the nerves so sensitive I feel like they may combust.

This is…wow.

The tingles I felt with Crayton’s knife was a meer prickle compared to the throbbing I’m experiencing now.

I rub my clit in faster circles, my heart dancing in my chest as I watch Crayton’s muscular ass flex with his movements.

My fingers are soaked, along with my vagina as I slide two fingers inside. There’s no stopping the low moan that rises out of my throat, and the second I hear it I freeze, turning stone cold sober.

Shit, shit, shit.

I examine Crayton frantically, but he doesn’t let up, continuing to punish Alexis with his cock without pause.

Holy shit that was close.

As good as it feels, I stop touching myself and quickly wipe my hand on my thigh before closing the door in silence.

They go on like this as I try to think about anything other than what it would feel like to have Crayton fuck me the same way. Alexis’ strangled moans stop, and the bed dips before Crayton tells her to get the fuck out.

“I wish for once you’d at least letmefinish.”

A selfish lover, what a shock.

Not.

“That would imply I fuck you for your benefit.”

That usual bratty scoff is back. “Do you always have to be such a dick?”

“Only on the days that end with Y.”

“Whatever, I’m out. I need a smoke.”

With that, I hear the door open, allowing the music banging downstairs to drown out the angry sexual tension that congested the room.

I wait what feels like a millennium after the door closes, settling my heartrate with slow even breaths before checking to see if I’m in the clear. Same as before I turn the knob carefully and peek through the opened crack of the door.