Page 53 of Violent Love: Viktor

The tip of his cock spread my pussy, but he pushed it up, bumping it over my clit.

I almost begged, but I bit down on my lip. The relief of pain made me bite harder until I tasted blood.

“My dirty fuckpet. You want to become my cockwarmer?”

“Yes, please, Master. I’m yours. Every part of me,” I whimpered.

He slapped my breast. The sharp bloom of pain made my eyes roll. My pussy twitched for more. His low chuckle echoed around the room.

Slap.

Harder.

Yes.

“You’re going to cum on my cock like a mindless whore. Then you will do it again and again until I’m done ruining your cunt,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.

I focused on him and nodded.

“Woof. Woof,” I barked loudly for him.

His cock slid down my pussy, and I trembled with anticipation, sighing when the broad head speared me open.

“Oh, fuck,” he muttered.

I squeezed the tip, needing to memorise the feel of him stretching me.

“Yeah, use that cunt like a good cumslut,” he said, sliding deeper, opening me up from the inside.

His hips slammed forward, driving his cock deep with one brutal thrust.

My scream turned to a gurgle. My whole body jolted. The bar locked my arms and neck, but I still tried to lift my hips to meet him.

“Fucking look at you,” he growled, folding over me, cock buried deep.“My filthy bitch—tail in, clamps on, and still begging for cock.”

He pulled out and slammed back in.

Hard.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Each thrust forced more slick out of me, leaking down over my tail and onto the sheets.

My head thrashed. I couldn’t stop shaking.

Pain. Pleasure. No difference anymore.

He reached around and pulled the clamps off in one go.

I screamed. A high, keening sound that cracked something inside me.

My nipples throbbed with fresh pain and heat.

His hand caught my throat, holding me in place as he fucked me like he wanted to rearrange my guts.