Page 55 of Shattered

I smiled. “Not even at the Dahlia District? I imagined it goes for quite a large sum.”

“No.”

Her muscles clenched tight, and my cock stiffened, imagining how warm and powerful it would be to fuck her hole. I played with her, tickling her muscle, watching her ass clench and ache. Then I unbuckled my pants, unzipped. Her body went rigid, but she was good. She didn’t move.

My cock throbbed in my hand. I pumped it, greedily gazing down at her luscious body, then I ran the head along her wet slit, lubricating it with her need. Then I pressed the tip against her rosebud.

“I’m going to make you hurt, Melissa. You know this.”

“Yes.”

With that confirmation, I pressed my cock inside of that muscular ring; she clenched around me, sucking me in. I groaned, the sound coming out like the ancient sounds of a beast unleashed from its cave. I pushed in deeper, and deeper, until Melissa stood on her toes.

“How does that make you feel?” I asked.

“Used,” she panted. “Please. Don’t. Stop.” I held her hips, digging my fingers inside of her skin, pressing in deeper yet, until I couldn’t go farther.

I pulled back halfway, then pushed in again. She whimpered a delicious mewl. I found a rhythm, and just as she was about to relax into it, I smacked her ass, making her clinch tight around me once again.

“This hole is mine, Melissa,” I said, thrusting deep inside of her. “I conquered it. You gave it to me in exchange for forgiving your faults.”

I leaned into her body, reaching underneath her belly and finding her clit, sopping wet and swollen. I rubbed it as slowly as I could manage with how badly I wanted to fuck her senseless.

“You’re going to make me come,” she cried.

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” I asked. “To be used. To be made meaningless. Only a pile of come.” I groaned, the sound primal and erratic, coming out in sharp sounds. “Punished. Owned by a man you know could kill you. But I let you live, Melissa.” I smacked her ass and the sound echoed through the room, and she cried out, her muscles tightening around me, bringing me closer to the edge. A tear went down her cheek, and I pressed the back of her head into the mattress. “And you repaid me with your body.”

I increased the pace, and when her whole body came, she twitched and moaned and tightened, and that involuntary movement sent me over the edge too. I held onto the back of her neck like it was my handle to the world, squeezing it, my cock grasping for life, my come shooting into her, marking her. Making her mine.

Melissa may not have been evil, but she was wrong, so damn wrong. My kind of wrong.