Page 110 of Driftwood Daffodil 2

I bit down on his fingers and screamed. The pain was unreal. I was being impaled by sharp stabs of agony, and he was getting off on it.

“Fuuuck,” Gio growled and forced some more of his girth inside me. “You feel that Gattina? That’s my cock stretching you open. Not fucking Atlee’s.”

I’d never felt more sorry for pissing someone off in my life. If his fingers weren’t gagging me, I might’ve apologized. I didn’t think it could get any worse than this.

I was wrong.

Gio bucked his hips and tore past my virginal wall.

This time when I screamed, my fingers dug into the top of the loveseat. The fabric bunched up under my nails as my teeth clamped down on Gio’s fingers. I could taste blood, but didn’t care. I couldn’t see anything past the pain. It hurt so bad that I thought I was being split open.

And my misery only continued as Gio slowly forced himself inside me. Inch by agonizing inch. It was too much. My tiny little body couldn’t take it. Gio was so big that I couldn’t breathe. All I could do was hang on. Helpless didn’t even begin to describe how I felt.

Just when I thought it would never end, Gio’s pelvis smacked against my but and stilled.

The fucked up part was the masculine groan he let out after. That deep tone vibrated through my bones and into my very soul. It was a powerful domineering sound that made a part of me want to melt.

Gio took his hand out of my mouth, leaving me with lingering taste of his blood, and pet the back of my head.

“Shh.” He hushed. “It will get better, just relax.”

I laid there, with my head on the back of the loveseat and hiccupped past the pain while he stroked his fingers through my hair. The motion was oddly calming, and soon I found my muscles relaxing.

After that the ache radiating through mu body began to subside until there was nothing but a strange full feeling.

“That’s it,” Gio breathed and pulled out a bit before pushing back in.

The movement made me gasp. Then moan when he did it again.

Some sick, dark thing inside me loved the ache. There was twinge under it. A tightness that coiled every time Gio moved. The strange sense made me panic a bit.

“Something’s wrong.”

There was a lot wrong, but this didn’t feel right.

“Yeah,” Gio flattened his palm on my head. “You haven’t come yet.”

That’s when he fucked me.

I’d never felt anything like it in my entire life. Gio’s gruff grunts combined with the rough way his hand pressed down on the back of my head was darkly erotic. I don’t know why, but I liked it. I liked being used by him.

The harder his fingers twisted in my hair, pulling on my scalp, the more I moaned. The pain was still there, but it mingled with everything else in this intoxicating elixir I couldn’t get enough of.

“This fucking pussy is mine!” He thrust in deeper than before, making me squeal and clammer to get away.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” His hand clamped down on my hip, fingers digging into the cuts in skin. “I’m not done with you.”

“Please.” I whined, although I wasn’t sure what I was asking for.

“I fucking love it when you beg.”

Was I begging? Maybe I was?

I rounded my back to ease the deep ache of his cock going too far, and let out a low moan when he thrust back in. That felt good, like really good. Until his palm cracked off my ass.

“Arch your back.”

“It’s too deep,” I whimpered.

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