Page 33 of We The Depraved

She’s going to be so beautiful gagging on my cock.

So fucking beautiful, I think.

My grip on her increases and she cries out in pain.

“No one to save you, Kitten.” I remind her and then we move to the couch.

She gets on her knees, quietly and they dig into the black couch cushions. She knocks the decorative pillows with tribal designs to the side and stares at me over her shoulder.

“Like you promised,” she said, eyes still glassy.

My dick is heavy in my hands. My fingers rubbed the length of my shaft; precum is already at the tip. Lightly, I rub my thumb over it and use it to slide down the length letting it act as some form of lubrication.

Sage is patiently waiting.

This seems like a precursor for us. Maybe all the red signs are there but I don’t care. This is us, raw, and unyielding. There’s no need for foreplay. She doesn’t want it and neither do I.

At this point it is primal. I’ve been waiting for years for this moment. Waiting for us to collide like a perfect storm.

Straight fucking, no chaser.

I dive into her and she moans and shakes. You would have thought it was Atlas shrugging and causing a great earth quake. She’s warm and feels tight, the heat from her core is enough to make me close my eyes.

Over and over, I stroke into her wetness. The sounds of her pussy fill the room. It becomes a magical sonata to my ears, and before I know it, my hand is wound around her throat, while the other forces her to stay in position. She moans as she takes every single hard thrust. I don’t stop.

I can’t stop.

I want to punish her for some unknown crime.

Her cries of passion are loud.

“Fuck,” she rasps out.

“Does it hurt?” I ask.

“No…,” she moans. “It…it…it feels so fucking good.”

My hand moves from her throat, to her hair that’s loose and wavy and I wind my hand through it. I pull hard, her neck going to the side and then I mark her. My mouth bites into her neck and I suck pulling against the skin.

Something snaps inside of me, and I orgasm hard. I don’t care if she comes or not. Before this can become a terrible situation, I pull out of her. My semen coats her ass, her back and her shoulders. It glistens on her skin like morning dew on wet glass.

Our breaths are coming out fast and hard, and I step away, the last of my cum but a dribble.

“You said it would be hard,” Sage eases over onto her side.

With an ease I’ve never seen anyone take, she reaches back to her ass, and dips her fingers in the cum on her back. She lifts her fingers to her mouth and her lips wrap around them.

Slowly, she licks her fingers clean.

“Sweet,” she murmurs.

I smirk.

“Get up and go shower,” I tell her.

She rolls her eyes.

“Where to?”