Page 18 of Stalking Ginevra

“You disgust me,” I say. “And yet, I can’t stay away.”

“What do you want from me?” she sobs, her voice breaking.

“Your complete and utter ruin.”

She squeezes her eyes shut as though trying to block the reality of her situation. That she loves being forced to masturbate at knifepoint.

“Do you want to come, little slut?” I drop my voice to a growl, lacing each word with menace.

“Please,” she groans, her desperation making my pulse thrum harder.

Breath quickening, I pull back the knife, enjoying how she shivers in its absence. “Then take out my cock.”

She scrambles to sit up, the sudden movement making her breasts bounce. Her fingers fumble with my fly, pulling down the zipper and freeing my length.

A moan escapes my throat as the pressure eases.

Her lips part, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her tongue.

“Who gave you permission to taste my cock?” I ask with a smirk.

She stares up at me, her mouth falling slack. I hold back a chuckle. Dirty little Ginny can’t get enough of me.

“Use both hands,” I command. “And keep your eyes on me.”

Swallowing hard, she wraps her soft fingers around my shaft and strokes. The heat of her touch spreads down to my balls, sharp and immediate, like a spark catching fire. My breath falters, and every muscle coils tight as pleasure surges up my spine. Every stroke is maddening, pulling tension through my core. My eyes roll back, and it takes everything in me to stay conscious.

“Scoop some of that wetness from your pussy,” I say, forcing my voice to stay even. “Use that as lube.”

Without hesitating, her hand disappears between her legs. The sight of her glistening fingers has my knees buckling. She spreads the slickness over my shaft and continues stroking.

“Good girl,” I say, almost wishing I wasn’t using the voice changer.

Her fingers quicken around my cock, milking it with a desperate rhythm. A deep, guttural groan rumbles through my chest. Pleasure surges through every nerve as the tension coils, a thick band of pressure tightening low in my gut. My body tenses, my muscles contracting as the edge draws nearer, threatening to drag me into oblivion.

She’s good at this—too good. That Capello bastard trained her well, but I’m not here solely for my pleasure.

“Stop.”

Her fingers still.

I point the knife toward the apex of her thighs. “Sit back on your heels. Open your legs wide. Show me that pretty little cunt.”

Fear flickers over her features, but she obeys and perches on the bed with her legs splayed, revealing her swollen clit and glistening pussy lips.

“Touch yourself, Ginny. Let me watch you debase yourself for a stranger.”

Trembling, she reaches between her legs, her fingers sliding over the slick folds of her pussy. A gasp catches in her throat as she touches her clit, her body shivering. Eyes locked onto mine through the visor, she licks her lips.

“Faster,” I command.

She increases the pace, her fingers slipping and sliding over her soaked flesh. As her beautiful, red hair spills over her glorious tits, I grab a handful and stroke my cock in time with her movements. She’s so beautifully degraded, so willing to submit to my whims.

“Faster,” I order, my own hand moving more urgently.

She obeys, her body trembling as she rubs her clit in frantic circles. Her ragged gasps echo through the dim room, and I wonder how it would feel to bury my cock in her cunt.

Sweat trickles down the side of my face. The muscles in my legs tense as I push forward, my grip on her hair tightening.

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