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Chapter Thirty-Five

Stone

Her tears flow down her pretty cheeks so beautifully she leaves me stunned in silence. As much as it pains me to allow her to see what they did, her touch brings me comfort.

The burns, cattle prods, and raping used to create some of the most degrading forms of torture were by far the worst for me, and now I’m laid bare in front of her. She can see the whole truth. Like I can see hers.

The guilt rolls off her in waves, and it shouldn’t make me happy. My cock shouldn’t be getting harder by the second at seeing the pain on her face, but I am, and I can. I fucking revel in it!

Pre-cum drips down my shaft and into her small hand attempting to encompass my girth. I wrap my thick palm around her fingers, forcing her hand tighter as I pump myself harder, quicker. “Wrap your lips around my cock and cry for me.” Heat springs to her cheeks, and I drag my tongue over my teeth as her mouth struggles to cover the head of my leaking cock. She gags when I thrust up, and my nostrils flare with desire at seeing her on her knees crying and pleading and desperate for me despite my scars. She has me feeling on top of the world. Ownership ravages through me as I thrust into her mouth. My ass lifts off the chair as I push inside her warmth. She bobs her head up and down, then I tighten my grip on her and unleash to fuck her face. She gargles and chokes and tries to push off my thighs, but I hold her in place. The softness of her unblemished skin against the distressed marks on my own is an aphrodisiac. “You’re so fucking perfect, Sienna,” I coo, and stroke her head between each powerful thrust. “So perfect.”

The vibrations of her throat as I plunge into her mouth make my balls spasm. “I’m going to fill your mouth with my cum, Sienna. Then I’m going to use your little pussy to take what I want.” I deliver the words cooly, like I’m not unraveling inside with a torrent of need.

Her throat closes around my cock, pulling me in, and it forces my cum to shoot out with powerful aggression, leaving me dazed at the force.

After my heart rate settles and my cock slips from her swollen lips, I finally relax.

Her head falls onto my thigh, and her chest heaves with gasps of air while my fingers remain tangled in her locks. Only now do my strokes become slower.

With her head in my lap, I’m open and exposed, yet I’ve never felt so free.