Page 84 of Creep

He pulled my shorts down my legs, along with my panties, throwing them off somewhere on the floor, and moved back between my legs.

“What are you?—”

I didn’t get the chance to finish my question when I felt his mouth on me.

“Fuck!”

He suckled the outer lip of my pussy into his mouth, his teeth coming out to tease me.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he said, his voice was nothing more than a low, guttural sound. “So fucking addictive.”

My legs clenched, both from the sensation and his words.

He pulled one of my knees up, spreading me out further for him as he ate me out with more vigor. I felt my muscles twitching as I let out a small cry, my hips pushing up, and much to my horror, it wasn’t to get away but to get closer to him. My body was silently asking him what my mouth refused to do.

“This cunt is mine, no?” he asked—growled.

I shook my head in denial, even if he couldn’t see me, twisting my body around and trying to get him to lose contact with me for a moment, just so I could think clearly again.

He didn’t allow that. He positioned me back and buried his face deeper, his tongue darting out and licking up my arousal before I felt himlower.

“No,” I said.

He laughed, the sound horrible. “Yes. It’s mine. Everything is mine.”

I jolted when I felt the flat of his tongue on my back end.

“Stop.”

He pushed my legs further apart and took more of me. More and more and more, until I felt like there was nothing left that belonged to me anymore.

He moved up to my clit, lapping over the sensitive bundle of nerves as his fingers came out to play, pushing deep inside me.

He fucked me with one finger at first, then added another one, stretching me, and finally, a third one, driving me to the brink of delirium.

“Please.”

“I got you,” he cooed at me. “Why don’t you be my good girl and come for me?”

A slow tremor took over my muscles, starting from the small of my back and spreading. I cried, suddenly fearful of what my reaction would be once I finally let go. I tried to hold on.

My stalker must have felt my resistance because he doubled his efforts, his fingers moving harder and faster against me, until all I could hear were the moans escaping my lips and the wet, squelching sound my pussy made every time he forcibly pushed his fingers back inside me.

He pulled out of me suddenly and slapped my pussy harshly three times.

I cried out in pain, my back bowing, just as my orgasm ripped through me.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he praised. “Such a good girl for me.”

Before I could recover from that, he was repositioning me on my side, moving himself behind me, and placing one of my legs over him, spreading me out. I made a small sound in protest as his hand reached over and cupped me.

“I can’t,” I said.

He kissed my neck and said darkly, “You can. This cunt is mine. Mine to pleasure and mine to hurt. If I say you can come again, you will.”

“Fuck you!” I struggled in his arms, fear running up and down my spine at his words. But he was a force to be reckoned with. He held me right where he wanted me as his hand pushed between my legs, his palm moving roughly against my pussy.

I cried out, still sensitive from the first orgasm, and he was relentless, pushing through despite my protest.

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