It’s an invitation.
The most desperately fucked up invitation I’ve ever had.
I almost hate myself for wanting it.
Almost hate myself for the way she makes me feel. The way she summons all the broken parts of me and makes them sing.
She’s shivering as I run my fingers up her bare leg. She rolls back against the heat of me as I lay down in the dirt behind her.
I barely need to coax her leg up and over mine. She tips her head back willingly as I snake my hand around her throat.
She’s terrified but wanting. Broken but seeking.
“You’re gonna give me whatever I want,” I whisper, and the words keep coming. “Whatever I want, whenever I want. I’ll be around every fucking corner. In every fucking shadow.”
My fingers slip around her waist and down. I hitch her ass back against my throbbing dick and she grinds like a wanton little bitch.
“I’ll be your monster,” I whisper. “I’ll be every dirty fucking nightmare you ever had.”
She’s offering her pussy to my fingers even as they slip inside her knickers. She’s wet. Wet enough to take three straight in with a groan.
“You came looking for me,” I hiss. “Remember that.”
Her voice comes out choked. Her whisper just a breath on the breeze. “I found you.”
“And I found you. I found you at the train station. I followed you to the petrol station. I was at your front fucking door.”
I sound like a crazy stalker. Feel like a crazy stalker.
I feel like a beast without boundaries. She’s trampled them all.
I finger her sopping cunt and close my eyes and all I see is her. The blue of her dress trailing behind her in the darkness. The whites of her eyes in the window reflection as I bound her wrists.
“Be the monster…” she breathes, and I slam my fingers all the way inside.
I take my hand from her throat and take her hair instead. I hold her tight. Hard. Her head against my shoulder, the scent of her so close.
And then I push a fourth finger all the way in.
She groans. It sounds pained, even though her ass bucks back at me.
My mouth finds her neck and tastes her skin. She tastes of dirt and sweat and dreams. She flinches as my teeth pinch. Her hand reaches back for my ass, coaxing me tighter against her.
I can’t get any fucking tighter against her.
I fuck her deep and fast, fingers buried to the knuckles in that sweet tight pussy. I breathe into her ear as she moans for me.
I need this.
I need her.
She tips her face as far as I allow, almost enough that I could kiss her.
Her eyes are dark in the moonlight. Her hair is like black ink on the ground.
“Be my monster…” she breathes again, but I’m the one calling the shots.
My fingers squelch as I pull them free. My thumb is wet on her clit as I press hard. Brutal circles, her thighs spread wide.
I let go of her hair and wrap my arm around her neck. It’s the most delicious headlock, her fingers gripping my forearm and squeezing tight.
She’s trapped. Restrained. In the grip of a beast who won’t give her an inch.
And she fucking likes it.
I’m as brutal with her clit as the rest of her, but she fucking likes that too.
She’s on the edge in a heartbeat. It barely takes a fucking minute.
My black swan makes such pretty noises as she comes. The most desperate little gasps, so choked. She shivers and squirms and bucks that tight little ass against me, and it’s enough to send the beast in me fucking wild.
She’s barely even done when I force her onto her back. I pin her wrists above her head with enough weight that she squeals, and then I tear that sweet blue dress from her tits and rip the lace of her bra down with it.
The white catches the moonlight, just like her skin. Her nipples are dark little bullets, screaming for touch.
She should be begging me to stop when I feast on her tit. She should be screaming as I pinch one of those sweet little nubs tight between my teeth.
Her legs shouldn’t part this easily as I grind my crotch against her puffy little slit. I tear her knickers off at the seams and wrestle my dick free from my jeans with clumsy fingers.
The head goes in in one, and it’s heaven. Crazy fucking heaven.
I press my forehead to hers as I force the first barbell inside. Her eyes are on mine. Her hitching breaths on my lips.
I could kiss her, but I don’t.
I can’t.
Kissing her demons would free my own. Every single one of them.
She wraps her legs around my waist and urges me on, even though her face is pained and her eyes are wide.
I give it to her.
Deep, hard thrusts send me deeper.
My hips slam forward to claim it all.
Our eyes stay open. Hers flash with pain just as mine do.
Her pussy clenches hard enough to fucking hurt.