Page 60 of Perilous

And I can’t get enough of this feeling. The way pleasure mixes with pain. The way my body seemingly wants to freak the fuck out yet orgasm at the same time. The way I want kick and scream for him to get away from me, yet at the same time I want to lock my feet around his lower back and scream for him to fuck me even harder.

I want him to hurt me. I want him to fuck me. I want…

His mouth slams down to my mine. Our tongues wrestle and all I taste is blood. My blood. His blood. He pulls away with a loud kissing sound and growls as his mouth drops down to my chest.

He doesn’t engulf my left breast.He fucking… eats it…Clamping teeth to soft skin. I cry out and arch my back at the same time. Secretly wanting more.

Well, not so secret now… fuck it… this is what I like.

This. Is. What. I. Fucking. Want.

His strong hands hold my sides. His fingers dig into my ribs. He pulls his mouth away from my breast and kisses down my stomach. Arching his back as he fucks me. Not missing a second. Not missing a thrust.

My inner thighs are shaking. He’s going so hard and deep that I can’t even come. A perpetual state of being left on the edge. His lips and tongue exploring.

If I close my eyes I’m in heaven. If I keep my eyes open and I look at the blood and bruises on his face and body, it’s my stern reminder that I’m in hell. A hell filled with pleasure.

A hell where death or an orgasm are just seconds apart.

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I standin the bathroom and look at my body in the mirror. My entire body is still shaking. I keep blinking back but I don’t know why. I guess I’ve been fucked so hard that my emotions don’t know what’s happiness versus sadness or what’s in between.

“Peri,” I whisper, just needing to speak his name as I think about what just happened to us.

His cock pulsing and throbbing. I can literally feel him getting closer. The way he thickens. The way his cock hardens even more and pushes deeper into me. The way a very slight curve appears during his extreme rigid state. And then…

He rips his cock from me. So hard that I let out a scream. His right hand moves over my mouth, silencing my scream.

He places his cock against my stomach and lowers himself down, pinning his throbbing hardness between us. I feel him pulsing and the warm cum exiting his cock, smearing it against my body and his.

He’s above me, hovering, I’m eye level with his strong chest. I feel every muscle in his body throbbing as he keeps coming.

A never ending supply of cum. And each time he releases, he presses himself and his cock against my stomach with force. It continuously makes me lose my breath, not to mention his hand over my mouth. I can even feel the heavy knuckle of his pointer finger pressing against my nose, driving it up, causing pain and leaving me even less air to breathe.

It’s all so intense.

And then suddenly it’s all just gone. In one motion, Peri lifts himself up off my body and moves from the bed. He stands there, staring down at me. His cock is huge and still throbbing. Cum collects at his tip and I have the wild urge to taste it. To lick it. To wrap my mouth around him and suck him until he comes again.

His body is chiseled with muscle and stained with cum… and blood…

Which is exactly how I look in the mirror. There’s blood smeared on my face. My left breast has blood on it. And my stomach is a mix of blood and cum. I look ravaged and used up but in some twisted sense I’ve never felt so beautiful.

Peri hasn’t hurt me at all. The blood isn’t mine. It’s his.

I move my right hand and touch my stomach, painting myself with his cum. Sliding my fingers up to my right breast, touching my nipple, circling around, using his cum as a lube.

My legs shiver and I gasp when I realize I think I might be finishing again. I grab at the sink with both hands and close my legs tight.

I see Peri through the reflection as he walks into the bathroom. Still naked. Still sexy.Still beat up.

My teeth chatter. “I’m s-s-sorry.”

“Fuck, doll, you’re coming again,” he says with an evil smirk.

He steps up to me and swings his right hand, slapping my ass so hard I scream. He then disappears, dropping down behind me. His hands spread my legs open, along with my ass cheeks.

A moment later his tongue begins to swirl against my pussy, from behind, a whole other angle and feeling. I’m dripping into his mouth. My feet curl in and my knees wobble.

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