Page 126 of Penance

“That’s funny, Mercy,” he growls, his breath hot against my ear. “I don’t have to be gentle. Remember? And I’m not going to be.”

One finger becomes two and he pushes harder, in and out, fucking my ass with his fingers. I don’t know what to think, or exactly how I feel. I feel so many things—confusion, shame, embarrassment, curiosity and fear, all rolled up in a spikey ball that rolls around in my gut so hard and so fast that I start to shake. It feels weird and it hurts, but it also feels good in a way thats dirty and bad and wrong.

“What’s wrong, Mercy?” he asks, his eyes searching mine for answers.

I glance away, too ashamed to meet his gaze.

“I didn’t think it would feel like that,” I admit softly, swallowing hard.

Why am I letting him do this to me?

Why don’t I just say no?

Do I… want this?

I’m not sure.

His lips quirk into a smirk, and he leans down, slotting himself between my legs, capturing my lips in a searing kiss that leavesme breathless, and my lungs burning. I can taste the darkness in him, the shadows that seep from his skin, and I’ve started to crave it.

I need more.

I need him.

Why? Because of the way he makes me feel, or because of something else, something deeper?

Do I… love him?

Hands on my hips push me forward, bend me in half, and he positions himself at my ass, his erection slick with pre-cum and pulsing as it pushes against me. It feels slick still. It feels like he’s ready, I just don’t know if I am.

Can I ever be ready for something like this?

The cool air hits me, a breeze against my throbbing pussy, and I shudder.

I’m aching still.

I need release.

Can I cum from this?

“Look at me, Mercy,” he says, his voice low as he pushes into me. “I wanna watch the way you fall apart with my cock in your ass.”

His eyes are fiery, drilling into me with so much intensity that I wouldn’t have been able to breathe even if I wasn’t trying to hold back a sob. The pain is immense as he enters me, my walls burning with fire and resisting every inch he forces into me, gripping at his shoulders as if trying to pull him back.

He’s not gentle, just as he said he wouldn’t be.

He pushes into me, inch by agonizing inch, and all I can do is take it and try not to cry. I grit my teeth, biting my lip hard enough to taste blood. He starts to fill me, stretching me wider than I have ever been before. My eyes burn with tears as I look up at him, exactly as he said, the fear and shame melting away as an overwhelming feeling takes over.

“Please,” I whisper. “I-I can’t. It h-hurts.”

It’s too much.

Too big.

I can’t take any more.

His eyes flash with something primal, and he slams into me with brutal force. My head rolls back, my eyes slamming closed, and I cry out, screaming until it echoes around the room and comes back and hits me in the face.

It hurts. It hurts too much.

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