Page 11 of The Devil We Crave
“What amessypussy I’ve found,” he murmurs. “And so fuckingtight. We’re going to have to work to stretch this cunt out to fit my cock, aren’t we, baby?”
No-no-no-no…
Yes-yes-yes-yes…
A war of morals versus desire rampages through my system as I try to push him away, even as my pussy is dripping my arousal all over his fingers.
“Please stop…” I whisper in a choked tone.
“You don’t really mean that,” he growls back, flicking the tip of his knife over my nipple again. I cry out in unabashed pleasure, my back snapping straight and my thighs shaking as he starts to finger me harder.
Deeper.
Consuming me with his darkness.
“I’m not who…”
My words fall away, my face caves, and my body slumps against the wall as the man in the mask holds the edge of his blade to my throat and all at once starts to fuck mehardwith his two thick fingers.
His palm grinds against my throbbing clit as he rams his fingers deep inside my soaking wet pussy over and over. The sensation of the cold edge of the knife against my jugular sends me reeling. But it’s looking up into that menacing, leeringScreammask that truly has me shaking and clenching as I realize what’s about to happen.
Please, no.
Not like this.
I can’t be THAT fucked up…
And then suddenly, as my walls clench his fingers and my core turns to liquid, it hits me.
Thunder.
The safe word is thunder, and it’ll stop this whole thing. It’ll put an end to the insanity before it goes any further.
The man leans down, my breath catching as his—minty and slightly woodsy—teases across my neck and up to my ear through his mask.
“Are you going to be a good girl and fucking come for me? Or do I have to fuck you with my knife before this pretty pussy will give me its cum?”
The word is thunder.
The door out of this nightmare isright therein front of me.
I cantastethe word on my lips.
But my mouth stays shut.
My palms on his chest tighten, grabbing at the fabric of his hoodie and feeling the thick, hard muscles beneath it as he cages me against the wall and rams his fingers into my clenching, drooling pussy.
The knife dances over the delicate skin of my throat, and my eyes roll back as a haze falls over me.
I know the word and yet I throw it away, giving into the madness as my toes curl, my thighs quiver, and my whole reality blurs to a mist of red and black.
“Come for me, little prey.”
Oh God.
The orgasm that hits me is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
More violent.
