Page 89 of Awakening the Beast
I continue my onslaught, drilling and coiling inside her pussy with force until suddenly she caves against her will, her pussy clenching around my fingers.
A raw scream leaves her, her entire body shuddering. I snarl, keeping her hair pulled back, but my assault doesn't stop for a second. I ram my fingers so deep into her that her cries for empathy don't fucking stop. I punish her in the most messed up way, sending her body into overdrive before finally ripping them out of her pussy, hearing a splash of her come dropping onto the floor below.
I reach up, yanking the rag from her mouth, and she draws in a huge gasp of air. I give her cunt a swift slap, causing her to jerk before rubbing it better.
My eyes stay fixed on her plump lips until I lean in, “Bad fucking girl,” I grit out against them.
I stand, keeping her hair tangled in my tattooed hand while the other unbuckles my belt. I drag my zipper down, shoving my hand into my boxers before flopping my rock-hard cock out,heavy and throbbing, eager for her mouth to be wrapped around it. I run the slick, pierced tip over her lips, urging her to take me.
“Open the fuck up, let me ram my cock down your windpipe.”
Her lip’s part, and I push inside, feeling the warmth from her mouth enveloping me. The sensation sends a shiver down my spine, and I tighten my grip on her hair, guiding her head as I thrust deep into her throat, until she almost hits the base, a gag escaping her.
“That's it,” I growl in approval. “Take it. Take every fucking inch of me down that slut throat of yours.”
Her tonsils contract around me as I hold myself in her throat and the sight of her struggling to accommodate my size only fuels my disturbed mind. Then, I begin to move, fucking her mouth with brutal strokes. Her hands clench above her as I drive into her.
I revel in the power I have over her, the way I can make her submit to my every whim. “Good fucking girl,” I murmur the dark praise. “You know how to suck your husband’s cock just the way he likes it. You always do it so perfectly.”
I bring my other hand to her jaw, holding her tightly in place as I increase the pace even more, my cock sliding in and out of her mouth with a slick, wet sound, saliva dribbling down her chin like a shining string. Her tongue swirls around me, her throat reluctantly accepting me deeper, adding to the intense pleasure. I can feel the tension building, my release looming.
I show my wife no fucking leniency. Demonstrating exactly who she belongs to. I shove my length entirely down her throat,my piercing scraping down the narrow pipe, fucking her skull with violent force.
Finally, my cum shoots from the tip.
I lodge myself in the deepest pits, my shaft pulsing, making her drink me. The sound of her gurgling and suffocating on my dick makes my entire body quake, my eyes gradually closing. I keep her head firmly in place, savoring the feeling of dominance, the raw power of making her take all of me.
My breath comes in rough gasps as I ride out the last tremors of my release, my grip on her jaw tightening momentarily before I finally release her.
I pull out, a mixture of saliva and cum dripping from her lips, and I can't help but feel a surge of satisfaction at the sight.
“Good girl,” I mutter. “You took that like the dark little queen that you are.”
I slide the tips of my fingers over the liquid, then slide them into her mouth. “You missed some, beautiful.”
She sucks on my fingers, panting through her nose, and I watch the movement as I slowly thrust them in and out before withdrawing, her lips making a pop sound.
Not wasting any time, I push the chairs further apart with my foot, splitting her legs to the maximum amount. Then, I lower myself to my knees before turning my body and sliding beneath her.
Leaning on one elbow, her glistening pussy close to my face, I take a good look at the perfection, spread and exposed, ready for me to feast on for however long I desire. I want her to squirtall over my face repeatedly until she runs on empty. I bring my mouth to her, my piercing flicking out to taste her. The moment I make contact, she shudders, her body reacting to the sensation. I start slow, savoring the taste of her, my tongue exploring.
Her moans fill the air, and I can hear her legs trembling above me, the chairs rattling. I increase the force, my tongue delving deeper into her dripping pussyhole, my lips sucking on her swollen clit. The sounds she makes drive me wild, and I can feel my own arousal growing with every passing second.
When I become more savage, using my teeth to bite, nibble, and eat, literally devouring her, I sink my fingers deep inside her.
“Come for me, slut,” I murmur against her, my voice vibrating through her core. “I want to feel you squirt all over my face. Drown me in it.”
I press on her spot, fingering her pussy roughly while gnawing on her bud, until finally, she shatters, her orgasm crashing over her. She squirts, dowsing me, her body jerking, but I don't stop for a second, my mouth never leaving her. Her juices flood my mouth, and I growl in approval as I drink her in, my tongue lapping up every drop.
I slide out of her pussy, gliding my tongue upward before pressing it inside and I slide my two slick fingers into her ass. She tenses instantly, but I don't care; I shove them all the way inside the forbidden hole without caring about her rejection until they're knuckle deep.
My arousal and insanity mounts the more she screams for me, the more she soaks me in her come and I have to stroke mydick to release some of the pressure building again. My mouth becomes untameable, munching on her like I'm a starving fucking man while I wreck her little asshole, violently thrusting inside her until again, she squirts all over me.
I continue for what feel like hours of persistent orgasms, ruthlessly wrecking her pussy and ass with my fingers while my tongue destroys her clit, swollen and twitching, not giving her any rest. On her last climax, she releases hardly anything but a few drops, and that's only when I am finally satisfied punishing her in such a cruel way.
I slip out from beneath her, my black shirt now soaked in her come—a sensation I love. Never before have I driven her to such heights, pushing her to the limit repeatedly in one sitting, but our night is far from over. We have hours ahead of us and I’m here to play.
Rising to my feet, I grab my knife, dusting off my pants and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I gaze down at her; her head hangs low, her breath shallow, and her body dangles limply from the rope.
