Page 128 of Like A Moth To A Flame

That was before I’d teased him, taunted him, and said what I’d said.

Shit.

I didn’t have a moment to think, or a moment to beg. He lifted my hips, flipping my legs up over his shoulders, and folding me in half like a lawn chair. A sliver of cold touched the deepest part of my belly.

Shit. Shit, this was different.

This was rougher—deeper.

I opened my mouth to speak, but he didn’t give me any warning. He didn’t even give me a second to catch my breath. He crashed into me, slamming inside me with so much force that my body rocked into the wooden boards hidden in the couch and my head fell back.

“Ow, shit!” I gasped, my fingers clenching. “Ow, that hurts!”

If I hadn’t been so wet, he’d have torn me apart.

His strong arms snaked around my thighs, his fingers finding my throat again and squeezing.

“But you wanted me to hurt you,” he snarled. “You can take it. Remember?”

Fuck, this was my fault. I had no one to blame but—

He pulled back and slammed into me again, until my hips rocked up and tears stung the corners of my eyes.

That was the only warning I got before he jackhammered against me with so much force that my flesh burned and my hips ached. He pushed into me, over and over again, so hard and so forcefully that pain detonated in my chest like a bomb.

Blinking away the tears, every breath was an uphill struggle. My hands hooked into claws and tore at the hand wrapped around my neck, desperate to give me room to breathe, while at the same time using him as an anchor to keep me sane. He loosened his fingers just enough for me to draw in a breath, but he pulled me with him, rocking back on his knees and bringing me along. My legs draped over his forearms, the only thing supporting my weight aside from the hands intertwined behind my neck.

Even without him choking me, I couldn’t catch my breath, his hips pummeling me so hard and so fast that I wondered if I could black out.

Has anyone ever passed out from this?

Would I lose consciousness and wake up with his cock still inside me?

My pussy throbbed—another reminder of just how fucked up I was.

My legs fell open, desperate for some sort of relief as he stretched me, filling me so completely that a tiny voice in the back of my head wondered briefly if my skin could tear.

The lewd sound of slapping flesh echoed around us, broken only by the gasps and grunts that tore from my throat every second I tried to catch my breath. I cried tears that streamed from my eyes, leaving salted lines and suffocating my remaining thoughts. With another, harder thrust, he drilled into me so forcefully that I could feel my stomach hollow out and my abdominal muscles sucking in on either side.

He was fucking me so hard I could feel it in my guts. It reminded me of something Amelia had said before, and even as he ravaged me, I couldn’t help the giggle that slipped between my lips.

Maniacally, I cackled as he filled me, my pussy spreading open so far that it felt like he was gonna split me in two.

“Fuck me, Tommy!” I gasped, reaching out to grab his shoulder as I pulled him closer to me. “Come on! Please?! Fill me up. Ah! FUCK!”

It hurt. Fuck, he was hurting me, but I urged him further still.

I laughed again.

Enough red flags to open a Six Flags, the voice in my head joked.And I’m gonna ride every single ride.

He spun me around and slammed me down until only my shoulders laid against the carpeted floor. He held my hips against him, and still, he never stopped. He fucked me hard, my lungs burning and my insides rearranging with every deep stroke.

He dropped me until I lay flat, covering my body with his, and his deep, forceful strokes became intertwined with something shallow and softer. The difference left me breathless, and somehow he angled it in a way that tapped against my needy clit with every movement.

His hands snaked up my back, burying in the hair at the base of my skull and yanking gently, forcing me to look into his eyes. He rocked against me, his lips brushing over mine and sending a deep tingle through me. His other hand captured the hard pebble of my nipple, twisting gently until it felt like something inside me was vibrating.

He continued to move against me, his hips meeting mine with soft, wet slaps—whispers compared to the screams they were before.

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