Page 246 of Stalking Ginevra

He spanks my ass with a sting that jolts my clit like static electricity. I moan into the leaves, my skin burning with raw, animalistic desire.

There’s no denying how much I’ve missed the roughness of his touch, the primal dominance, the way it feeds into the dark corners of my mind. I can recognize the part of me that yearns to be used roughly by Bob Brisket.

“Don’t stop,” I whisper into the leaves.

Fisting a hand into my hair, he yanks my head back. Arching, I suck in a gasp of fresh air. The sound of his buttons popping open make me moan and shiver in anticipation, and the muscles of my pussy clench, desperate for release.

“I’m going to fuck you good and hard, little Ginny,” he growls. “And you’re going to like it.”

“Fuck you!” I scream.

“Take this cock like a good girl, and I’ll make your pussy purr.”

“You bastard. I love my husband.”

“Mr. Montesano isn’t here to save you, little Ginny, but if you cry out loud enough, maybe he’ll hear how much you’re enjoying this fuck.”

I force back a sob, but the cruel haughty laugh that follows goes straight to my needy core. He slides his hand up my inner thigh, his gloved fingertips parting my folds as if I’m his property. No matter how much I try to flinch and twist, I can’t release his grip.

“That’s it, little Ginny. Moan for me.”

The blunt head of his cock nudges my opening, making the most obscene wet sounds. Trembling, I try to resist, but I’m drunk on terror, intoxicated by the thrill, consumed by the depravity.

With a rough thrust, he enters my pussy. I cry out, my nails clawing at the forest floor. His grip tightens on my hips, holding me in place as he deepens the penetration, pushing hard into my cervix.

The stretch is incredible, and I swallow back a groan. But Brisket laughs, seeming to hear my pleasure.

“You love this,” he growls, pulling back his hips, only to thrust forward without mercy.

Pleasure explodes in my core, setting my nerves on fire. I clamp my eyes shut, trying to dismiss the sensations, but this jarring bend of agony and ecstasy is impossible to ignore.

Brisket fucks me at a relentless pace, each thrust igniting new waves of sensation. I moan, the sound ripping through my throat.

I can’t believe the way I’m melting under his ministrations, can’t believe I’m allowing this brute to drag me to the edge of my sanity, but with every snap of his hips, I fall deeper into an abyss of madness.

My muscles tremble. A scream builds in my chest. An agonizing crescendo of pleasure threatens to tear me apart. It’s unbearable, yet I’m too stubborn to use the safe word.

Just as I’m losing myself to oblivion, Brisket pulls out and flips me onto my back. Moonlight glints on his infernal visor, making him look monstrous. I scream, turning my head to the side but he grabs my throat.

“You don’t get to tune out, little Ginny,” he snarls. “You’re going to know you’re fucking Bob Brisket.”

I close my eyes. Shake my head. Refuse to give this monster the satisfaction, but his grip around my throat tightens, and heenters me from this new angle. Fireworks set off behind my closed eyelids and a rough voice echoes through my ears.

“Keep this up, and Mr. Montesano will lose his slut wife.”

My eyes snap open, and I stare into the reflective surface. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because I want it. Because I’ve never had a cunt so sweet. Because you’re my dirty little temptation, and I’ll never let you go.”

My mind screams for me to break away, to find some vestige of self-respect and fight. But the pleasure is too intense. Moaning, I arch my back, my hips moving in counterpoint to his thrusts.

His laughter is a deep growl, vibrating through my skull. “And you want it too.”

I jerk my head to the side, unable to face this truth, but he seizes my chin, forcing our gazes to meet.

“Look at me when I’m fucking you behind your husband’s back,” Brisket growls. “Look into the eyes of your monster.”

Shivers skitter across my skin. All I see in the visor is my reflection.

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