I stop.
Breathe.
Stare up at the universe.
I don’t feel the monster at my back until he’s close enough to bite me.
His mouth is the first thing I feel, hot lips and vicious teeth on my bare shoulder.
I’m smiling as it hurts. My fingers in his hair as he tears my dress open at the neckline. My tits prickle at the chill as he unclasps my bra and tosses it aside.
A brush of his fingers and my dress falls to the floor. Ruined.
I don’t care.
I whimper as he pulls my head back. Squeal as he nips at my jaw. His grip is rough on cold skin. His kisses are fierce on my open mouth.
I love him for all of it.
I know he’s going to tear my knickers before he does it. I spread my legs as his hands slide down my stomach.
I’m open wide as he spreads me and ploughs his fingers in in one. My clit throbs against the chill before his thumb presses hard and circles.
I hook my arm around his neck for balance. I rock on his hand for more.
“Come for me,” he growls. “Scream my fucking name to the stars.”
“More,” I grunt. “Give me more.”
“Your cunt is a greedy little slut,” he says and kisses me again.
I’m a greedy little slut. My fingers on his tell him so.
More.
I want more.
A stretch.
A burn.
“Fuck me,” I whimper. “Please.”
I’m naked and windswept with goose-pimpled skin, grinning at the sky as my monster plunges his inked fingers knuckle-deep.
I know I can take him. My body cries out for the pain.
My thighs are warm with my own wetness as he pulls his fingers free. They’re wet as they land on my stomach and hitch me into his arms.
I barely keep my heels as he carries me. I have no idea where we’re heading in the darkness but I hold on tight and enjoy every ragged breath.
“You’re gonna scream my fucking name,” he whispers, and I know it.
He takes a step up. His feet thump on solid ground.
There’s a cold ledge waiting for my ass as he drops me.
“This is the highest point on the hills,” he tells me as my hands reach back to explore. A circular plinth.
Makes sense, this is some kind of monument.
My feet dangle over the edge. His crotch shunts forward and I feel him through his suit.
Perfect height.
His breath on my lips. His fingers on his belt.
My soul in his hands.
My legs wrap around his waist on instinct. I lift myself up on my arms as my hair blows wild.
He rubs his cock against my slit and tugs me onto him.
It’s my own weight that impales me.
Fuck.
“Steady,” he grunts, but there’s no steady about it, not with my arms straining behind me and my legs struggling for grip.
I don’t care.
Three barbells shunt inside in one. I groan and so does he.
My back is arching even as it pains. My pussy swallows him whole even as he’s cursing.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “You’re gonna fucking tear.”
“Slow,” I hiss and buck my hips.
His arms slide under mine. He pulls me onto him and takes my weight.
My ass is precarious on the edge of the monument. His ridges feel divine behind my clit as he bounces me like a ragdoll.
It’s not slow. Not steady.
There is only my slick pussy and the steel-studded monster slamming inside me.
There’s only his open mouth on mine and the wind in my ears.
“Scream my fucking name,” he grunts.
I barely remember my own.
He shunts harder. Bends me backwards until I cry out.
There.
Oh, fuck. There.
“Fuck me!” I groan. “Fuck me, Leo!”
His teeth nip my cheek in protest. “Louder.”
“FUCK ME!”
“Scream my fucking name!” he hisses, and I smile.
“OH FUCK, LEO! FUCK ME!”
“Good girl,” he hisses.
“DO IT! FUCK ME UP, LEO! MAKE ME TAKE IT!”
And oh fuck, I’m on the fucking edge, writhing and squirming and gulping for breath.
My pussy feels battered enough to cry for a week. My clit is swollen hard as it grinds his belly through his shirt.
“Gonna destroy your cunt, Abigail,” he tells me. “Your body’s gonna learn to take me. Gonna fucking beg for my dick in raw.”
I smile at the hope.
Yes.
It’s enough to send me over. I ride him right the way back as his thrusts become frantic. I’m whimpering into his suit jacket as he fills me up, coming all over him as he comes inside me.
I feel the bite of the wind so much harder against my skin once I’m done. I feel how hard his breaths are against mine as he drops me back on my ass.
He shoves his dick away and he’s still immaculate, a tux to my stark bollock nakedness.
I can’t even imagine where the remnants of my dress are. I know full well my bra will be someone’s lucky find when they go out walking tomorrow.