Possession(45)

“You’re so fucking sexy, do you know that? I can’t get enough of you, Evelyn.”

“Fucking bitch. Fucking whore. My fucking whore.”

Those words from earlier hit me like a ton of bricks. I inhale sharply as a new set of tears sting my eyes. Why did he talk to me like that? Why did he make me feel worthless, used, and abused? Why did he—when he’s the only man I’ve ever slept with—make me feel like the whore and the slut he made me out to be?

“So fucking perfect,” he whispers against my pussy before licking my clit.

I don’t want to react, but I can’t help another sharp inhale take over as my body arches to his touch. Slowly, but precisely, he swirls his tongue along and around my clit. My whole body ached, but now all I feel are tingles all the way from my head down to my toes. I don’t want what this monster’s doing to affect me, but my body is betraying me once again.

In slow circles, he moves his tongue around my clit and then down towards my entrance. He moves it in and out, and I can’t help but relish how soothing that is compared to what I felt earlier.

Closing my eyes, I feel when his tongue moves back up towards my clit again, making me moan as he flicks it quickly.

“That’s it, baby. You know you love this.”

I want to tell him to fuck off, but instead my hips move in tune with his tongue. Instead of trying to get away, I’m seeking out more of him.

As he carries on his relentless onslaught on my clit, I fist my hands in my sheets, trying desperately not to give him the one thing I know he’s after. After what he did to me, I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of making me come.

As if sensing that I’m holding back, Drake picks up the tempo, and my orgasm races to the surface quickly. Again, I try holding it, fisting the sheets even tighter this time and even pulling them to me. I start grunting as my heart beats frantically in my chest. I don’t want to come, but again, Drake is forcing it out of me. Again, Drake is bending me to his will. I don’t want to feel how incredible his tongue feels. I don’t want to relish that feeling of pleasure when I know that hours earlier, all he wanted to give me was pain.

Drake, so desperate to win this battle, grips my hips tighter to him and practically buries his face into my pussy. His tongue is everywhere—in me, on me, racing to get me to that precipice. I know fighting it will be a losing battle, but I can’t help trying to beat him. I can’t help trying to will my body to do as I wish instead of as Drake commands.

But, it’s a losing battle. As his tongue darts frantically around my clit, I feel that burning sensation in my cheeks. I feel the tingles rising and heading straight in between my legs. I feel pleasure building and building inside of me until it hits the point of no return.

With my head thrown back, I come harder than I ever have in my life. I see stars dancing before my eyes as my orgasm ricochets throughout my whole body. I feel myself go rigid as I grip the sheets and cry out from the most intense pleasure I have ever felt in my whole life. The orgasm just seems to go on and on until it gets to a point where it becomes too much.

“Please stop!” I cry, pulling myself away from him. Luckily, he does as asked and pulls himself up. I can see how hard his cock is still, and I’m frightened as to what he’s going to do next. I’m too sore for that.

“Fuck me, that was sexy. I almost came just from the sound of your screaming.” He positions himself between my legs again, and I wince thinking he’s going to push it in. Drake looks up to me. “Don’t worry. I know you’re sore. But I need to come.” I wonder if he’ll order me to do a blow job on him, so I’m surprised when instead he starts pleasuring himself over my pussy. I want to look away, but I can’t. My eyes are transfixed by the way he’s pulling his hand back and forth against his shaft and by the way his eyes are hooded with pleasure. I don’t want that to please me, but it does. For some reason, I’m finding watching this evil monster wanking himself over me highly erotic.

“Fuck, Evelyn. I wish this was your pussy. You’re too fucking sexy for your own good,” he pants, picking up the pace. His breathing is becoming heavier and heavier as he yanks on his cock back and forth, back and forth. His hips start to move in turn with his hand, and at one point, he throws his head back in pleasure before meeting my eyes again. He places his other hand on my body, trailing the contours before reaching up to my breasts and squeezing my nipples.

“Fuck, Evelyn, you’re going to make me come.”

He leans forward slightly and grunts as he spills his come on my pussy and stomach. “Fuck, that’s so sexy.” He coats the last drops on my pussy, spreading it along as if marking himself on me. I should feel disgusted. I should turn away, but I can’t help but look at what this monster is doing to me.