by Celia Crown
His efforts adhere to my skin with a light sheen of heat; the shirt concealing my braless breasts is scratchy as my nipples tighten in helplessness to the mercy of his cotton shirt.
Adrian takes and takes, spreading his fingers and curling them as an act of desperation to drive the moans out of the smooth column of my throat. His teeth mark the tenderness of my thigh, nipping and invading the color with a shade of red from his sucking and a row of white through a clean and precise bite.
I lift the shirt up, finding my perky nipples with my hands and palming them for relief from the involuntary surge of electric pleasure speeding through my hot veins.
He hums against my thighs, and a spark of pain travels to my toes; they curl in midair and dangle at his mercy as his strength outmatches mine. I can’t move them even when he only has one hand on one leg, and the other hand buried deep in my pussy as an imitation of thrusts that his cock would be giving me.
My stomach quivers, tears beading in my eyes, and they fall like the hero falling in despair to walk in the shadowed footprints of their villain.
Lack of morals, degradation of sensibility, and the paralysis of a monster tilting the axis of sin.
Maybe I could be saved, but do I want to is the question that has an answer ready with raw malicious intents that compromises my ability to escape the depth of obscurity.
He is in the realm of marbled protector in the light and of the potent serpent in the darkness, feeding my addiction of his obsession with an often-confused snare of love.
Shaking with the narrowing of my vision above me, the light sways in a predictable pattern and fore consumes me with one brutal pinch of my clit between his fingers.
My pussy is too empty, anticipation crawling in my blood as I cum with a scream of his name and a prayer of mercy.
My mouth is full of lies.
I don’t want mercy. I want Adrian and the deranged monster that hides underneath a devious handsome man. I want the burn of his nightmare fusing with the love under his fingers when he holds me; precious enough to handle with care, but merciless enough to confidentially shatter me because he knows that I trust him to catch all the pieces.
“Adrian…” my tongue is thick with dryness, heavy with resistance as he hovers over me.
The halo behind me is too suggestive; a devil, an angel, a man… he is neither nor all. He is Adrian Shafer, the entity that threatens to drown me in the sound of his heartbeat.
“I suppose I have to pick up the pace,” he muses, eyes gleaming with unmistakable deliberation when he rubs his bare cock on my sodden pussy.
My hips jerk as the underside of his thick shaft grinds on my clit, too sensitive from his cruel ministration and not enough to surpass the anguish that singes my grip with reality.
“Please, I need you.”
The return of my vision is my appreciation as I sweep my eyes through his chiseled features; messy hair, wild eyes, and the vein bulging from the side of this thick neck through his clenched jaw.
“Don’t hold back…” I breathe his name a second later, curving my legs over his grooved hips as encouragement.
“Don’t rush me, Tabby, I will hurt you,” he wraps a big hand around the base of his intimidating cock.
My tongue peeks out and swipes the dryness of my bottom lip as I’m mesmerized by the rough strokes of his shaft; the bead of pearly cum dribbles out from the head, and he nudges it to my small hole.
The slick from my orgasm makes it easy for him to part my folds, wetting his girthy length with my juices with no shame nor qualm to my humiliation. His cock is hot, heating up the twitching bundle of nerves that appeared between my soft folds.
I swallow what little moisture is left in my mouth, and my voice catches in the back of my throat when he pushes the thick head into my tight hole.
I’m wet, but there is still a tweak of pain of being stretched. Adrian has always been too big for me, but that doesn’t stop from feeding my greedy pussy every inch even if I thought there was nowhere else for him to fit.
My hips buck in a reflective twitch, moving on their own volition to be closer to him. He leans down to kiss me and pushes apart my tight walls with one smooth thrust; his lips are swollen and slick as I can taste myself on his tongue.
The center of my belly quivers as his cock sits inside of me, heavy and pulsating through the thick veins. He waits and waits, affection rolling off him with a thirst for me as he swallows my whimpers.
I can hardly find the right color of the shade in his eyes, but he rocks his hips and thoughts are disappearing faster than the aching of his teeth mark on my inner thigh.
Dizziness overcomes me, and he brings me back with a sharp force of a thrust that has my back digging into the wooden table, breath stalling in my throat and fingers clawing at the shirt in front of me for purchase.
He’s too tall for me to hold onto him and his shirt will have to do. It also helps that my breasts are trapped under them to prevent his rough pounding from tugging on my skin.
It’s why I never liked running, having tits can bring more back pain when they are jiggling to match with the momentum.
“Pay attention,” he sneers with a lick of disapproval as he fucks me with abandon.
Keeping my tiny hole taut around his shaft, Adrian yanks me further down with my thighs crushing in his hands; Hands that have been spoiled by the blood of his enemy and the souls he had crushed with the raw power in them, but his brutality with my body always has an underlying tenderness that surrenders my power to him.
Every graze of his huge shaft tugging on my slit gives my spine the need to arch and pussy fluttering around him. It’s shocking and unavoidable when the knot in my belly winds up tighter and tighter until I’m trembling in restraint; I don’t want to cum yet, it feels too good, and if I do, I’ll be too sensitive.
My left leg falls on the table, hanging uselessly over the table while the edge digs into my skin but I’m too into a haze of pleasure to care about the soreness that’ll come tomorrow.
A calloused thumb jaggedly plays a song of retribution over my swollen clit as my punishment for letting my mind wander off.
Adrian wants all my attention on him; thinking of what he’s doing to me, remembering the scent of his masculinity, and feeling the slow-acting poison that lingers at the tip of my tongue where his name is a prayer of unfinished breaths.
He fucks me with the strength of a man and the wickedness of a devil, but it’s the monstrous savagery of his pummeling of my sore cunt that takes this to another level.
“I-I’m going to—” a hiccup breaks off my words, tears taking another path down the side of my face as Adrian snarls a possessive declaration of his ownership.
“Marry me, Tabby,” he pants, moaning hoarsely. “Say you’ll marry me.”
I’m too far gone to have coherent thoughts, and even if I wasn’t so drunk on his lust, I would still have said ‘yes’ because I have known for a while that he is my soulmate and I want to spend the rest of my life with him.
“Y-yeah, I want to—want to marry you.”
He doubles his effort and focuses a round of intense rubbing on my clit; it’s too painful to hold in the orgasm any longer, and it’s breaking through the hold that I have on it with so much force that I’m screaming.
My walls ripple around his cock, soaking him with my hot juices and the slick gushing out is much more than I care for. The sound of sodden snaps of his hips is obscene, and the easy thrusts of his hammering hips give him leverage to sink even deeper.
It hits a spot deep in me that reflectively has my cunt shrinking to trap and mold to the shape of his cock.
Adrian looks down at me, and I must be a mess; his smile is sweet, and the heat of his dark purr swamps his face with malevolence.
“I love you,” my voice is a whisper.
Any resemblance of control doesn’t stay long; his lips twist in a snarl and a rumbling growl to strike through my heart with the unyielding vigor of his thick cock pou
nding into my puffy pussy.
“My wife.”
I cum again with his finger taunting the aching on my clit and the cream that spills on his cock as it’s too filthy to hear, but he described it to me one night, and I can imagine the frothing cum coating his massive shaft as he splits my tiny cunt open over and over again.
Adrian shifts, slamming inside me and keeping his swelling cock nudging too deeply as it throbs with a groan tumbling out of his husky voice. Spurts of cum splashing in my sore pussy, gushing out from my snuggly plugged hole but his cum is too much to be contained.
He lifts my hips up by crushing my butt in his arms; the rest of the torrent spurts of cum runs into my cunt with no chance of sliding out.
“My wife,” he repeats, a dangerous slant of bruising coercion that he obliges me to take his obsession through his lips.
“Tabby Shafer.”
Finale
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