Page 4 of Descent into Darkness

But I don’t. I like the disregard for her own safety. She’s careless and dirty. Her need to get fucked surpasses her sense of self-preservation, and that’s certainly a very attractive quality in a woman. I finally give in and pull my mouth away from her aching pussy. Her head falls back onto the pillow as she heaves for air. There’s a thud on the wall, and I immediately glare at it. Waiting, hoping for another. But all I hear is this girl catching her breath.

“Jesus. Fucking. Christ.” she says in between the desperate intakes of air. “You weren’t fuckin’ around, were you?” she says, looking down at me. I just smirk. She smirks back. “Be a good boy and get on your back. It’s my turn. But I'm not gonna use my mouth,” she says, applying a dominating tone. “No, you gotta earn that. I’m gonna use this tight little pussy to milk you dry,” she says matter of factly.

She swings her leg over my head and stands. “I’m not playin’, baby boy. Get the fuck up on that bed and take those pants off. That dick better be ready for me.” Is this bitch threateningme? I don't think my cock has ever been harder. Nobody has ever threatened me unless it was one of many attempts to get me to spare their lives.

I don’t say a word as I slide up the bed and pull my pants and underwear off. The large oblong-shaped wet spot in the middle of the bed is now ice cold on my hot skin as I watch her reach into her bag and pull out a string of condoms. Normally, I wouldn’t use them, but this girl is making me feel things, and I want to see where it goes. Plus, I have been trained to destroy anything I fuck my cum into by… him.

“You’re worthless, disgusting, and pathetic. Nobody would ever want your seed in them. To breed them. That's why after you spill your poison into a whore’s meat bag, you destroy it. There isn’t enough room on this earth for two worthless versions of you,” Father would tell me. My blood boils, and before I realize it, I slam my head back into the small, wooden headboard in between me and the wall. The thud is accompanied by the sound of splitting wood. She stops.

“I know you’re eager, baby boy. But I am going to need you conscious if I’m gonna use that…” she looks down between my legs, swiping her tongue across her top lip, “... beautiful dick.”

Pulling off one of the condoms from the strip, she uses her teeth to tear into it and remove the lubricated rubber. I reach my hand out for it, but she slaps it again. “Uh uh uh, I’ll take care of this. You just focus on not cumming too quickly. That’d be really embarrassing after all that game you were talkin’,” she smirks. This girl is trying to push my buttons, and it's working. But not in the way I'm used to. I want to please her, as opposed to ripping her into even pieces and decorating my bedroom with her dead parts.

I fold my hands behind my head as I watch her take my cock in her hand. The way she looks at it, I know she wants to shove it down her throat, but I can tell she has enough restraint to make good on me “earning it.” She unrolls the latex down my length, carefully, all the way to the base. I watch her face as she gathers spit in her mouth; her eyes turning toward me as she spits it all out onto my tip. A smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth as she lets the spit rain down my shaft, swinging her leg over and using her hand to line me up with her opening.

I feel the heat of her cunt as my tip presses to it, but she pauses to look back up into my eyes. “Remember, it's my turn. I don’t want to feel you thrusting into me. You stay still, or I’ll pack my shit and leave,” she warns. In my head I think,if you try to leave, I’ll use my cock to pack your actual shit until you fucking die. But ok. I smile

“Let’s see what you got, little girl. Don’t leave Daddy waiting,” I brat a little back to her. This role reversal is new, but I have to admit, it feels kind of good. It feels… really fucking good. This girl wantsme. I don’t think anyone has ever wanted me in my life. And up until now, I was convinced nobody ever fucking would.

Without anymore fucking around, she slips the head in and proceeds to impale herself on my length. Her warm juices remind me of blood, and my cock is throbbing already. I keep my hands behind my head, but my arms are flexing hard. She drags her nails down my biceps, over my shoulders, settling on my chest. Digging into the tight skin of my chest, she starts to fuck herself on my swollen cock. She was not kidding either—this little slut is tight as a snare drum.

She matched my aggressive pussy licking with the way she pounds herself down on my dick; her lips clapping against my body with every complete stroke. Hard, fast, and with no slowing down. Fuck.

The cries that she is making with every brutal impact sounds like I am literally stabbing her to death, and it’s slowly becoming apparent that I’m not going to last long. Over and over, she fucks her pussy up and down my length, pulling me closer to the edge when we hear another thud on the wall. “Can you knock it off? Some people are trying to sleep over here!” a man’s voice rumbles through the wall.

I tilt my head back with a monstrous growl, “Don’t worry, when I’m done with her I’ll come over there, cut your fucking head off, and fuck your neck hole, you stupid piece of shit.”

I tilt my head back down and look her in the eyes. Hers soften with the tinge of fear that rolls through her. There is not a doubt in my mind that she can feel the rage pumping through me—my cock swelling even harder with the aggressive thoughts of murder. She shakes it off and leans down closer to my face.

“You’re not fucking him; you’re fucking me,” she spits out in between moans. “Now, focus because I’m so fucking close to cumming. Be my good boy, and make me cum.”

Her moans start to ascend into that same euphoric sound I heard earlier, and her assault on my body only grows more intense. She wants me to focus on her… to be with her in this moment… I’m midthought when my balls remind me that I, too, am close to exploding. Not yet. Not fucking yet.

Swinging my arms down to grab her hips with all my might, I pull her down onto my dick. Her nails move from my shoulders to my biceps as she slowly digs in and rakes down, feeling my skin splitting as she creates a path of fresh blood; I demand her orgasm through gritted teeth, “That’s it, little girl. Cum for Daddy. Don’t you dare hold back. GIVE IT TO ME!” She screams that she's cumming, and fuck, can I feel it. Her contractions around my cock are so hard that her pussy is inching the condom up off my dick with each of the last few bounces. My hands grip her so tight I’m almost concerned I might tear the meat from her bones.

I have no time to waste, though, because my own orgasm is seconds away. I lift her body off me and place her on the floor, forcing her down onto her knees; I pull the soaked condom from my dick with that familiar latex snap sound. There is an abundance of precum that I don’t even need to spit on my hand as I pump it over her face.

“Open,” I demand. She glares back defiantly. “I’m not going to fuck your face. I know I haven’t earned that yet. But you didn’t say anything about catching my seed. Now fucking. OPEN!” The same threatening tone returns from when I yelled at the man, and she quickly obeys, opening wide.Good girl.

“Catch. But don’t swallow, not untilyou’veearned it,” I growl out between moans. My cum rushes toward the tip with an urgency to be released into this pretty girl's mouth.

After just a few more strokes, a massive white stream of cum spurts out like a bullet from my tip. It hits her top row of teeth, splashing down onto her tongue, quickly letting me know I need to adjust my trajectory downward. I make the adjustment as the next blast fires out and lands directly into her mouth with an echoing squelch. I’m watching with diligence as she catches it all, making sure she isn’t swallowing a drop. As soon as I finish, I drop to one knee and close her mouth before wrapping my fist around her throat.

“You’re going to hold this load in your mouth while I finger fuck your pussy. And you’re only allowed to swallow it when you squirt across the fucking floor like the pretty little slut you are,” I instruct, applying slight pressure to her throat. “I’ll feel it if you try to disobey me. And trust me, little girl…” I squeeze a little tighter, making her eyes widen. “...you do NOT want to disobey your Daddy.”

I slam my hand between her legs, slipping two fingers between her pussy lips and curling them inside her. My hand begins a small circular motion, like I was rolling a ball over and over in my hand. My fingers swipe at her g-spot as my cum sloshes around in her mouth. I continue to increase the pressure of my hand on her throat as her breathing fires out of her nose more rapidly, telling me she's close again. My hand picks up momentum; my palm smashing against her clit with every rotation. A gargled whine reverberates in her mouth as I begin to feel the gush of squirt from her cunt. The more I continue to finger fuck her, the more the motion splashes it all over both of us.

I rip my fingers from her pussy, allowing a final heavy blast of squirt to shoot straight down onto the carpet. I release her throat, and before I can tell her she could, she swallows my load and moans out loud.

Her body starts trembling, and I can’t tell if it's a good thing or a bad thing. Something instinctually takes over, though, and I stand, hooking my hands under her arms and lift her right off the ground. I hold her to my chest as I get us both back into bed.

She doesn’t fight me. She isn’t begging for her life. She isn’t butchered or in the process of dying. She’s actually… holding on to me. Tightly. And the energy I feel from it isn’t the tight grip of someone slipping away into the darkness of death. Rather, it feels like she's genuinely pulling me closer to her heart. Like this is her body’s way of saying that I’m not worthless, I’m not a piece of shit, and I’m not unloveable. I’m not all those things Father has taught me to believe were true.

I said she was mine before, but I was wrong. I am very,verymuch hers.

Chapter4

Sinner

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