Page 34 of Remorseless Sinner

“Yes, yes!” I cried out in relief, letting my tensed thighs relax, and he pressed down on my wrists and drove into me.

It was instantaneous agony, an audible tearing and rending like a curtain being torn from a rod, and I felt hot pain pulse through me as he speared in me with savage power.

“Oh. . . oh!” I could only cry aloud, my heartbeat feeling like it went through my legs, wetness and raw agony seizing my whole body.

I thought I would pass out, but he gripped my thigh with one big hand and began to move inside me.

“Fucking hell, you’re so tight. I think that’s almost all of it.”

Then he raised my ass and peered down at my hips with a frown.

“Nope. I’m gonna need you to breathe in and out slowly, Gracie.”

I sucked in air in a blind panic, ignoring him to whimper in fear, and he gripped my hips so tight I thought I’d faint from that, and I heard a rending tear as the last of my hymen was shredded away.

I screamed again.

How could no one hear me?

My hands desperately scrabbled on the wood of the table as Saul bottomed out, tip practically splitting my cervix, my body trembling with shock.

“You are a monster!”

He kept his grip on me, then slowly began to drag his cock out.

“You know I am and your pussy’s still wet.”

For a moment, the slightest moment, my cunt was empty and I breathed a shaky sigh of relief, then he thrust inside me again, as I wailed and tried desperately to tip my hips up, to get some kind of angle where I could take his size easier.

My cunt seemed to swell and scream for mercy as he pressed his cock in, inch by excruciating inch, and then he’d pull it out again, dragging that cock past all my traitorously pulsating walls.

The whole of my body past my waist was one big aching raw spot, each thrust of his cock a fiery agony.

“You’re taking me like such a good girl,” he rumbled, as I writhed in fury on the desk.

“Not like you gave me an option!” I squealed.

“That’s right,” he growled in my ear, dropping my aching wrists and bending down to my ear as he fisted my hair.

“The only option is to marry me, fuck me, love me.”

“Why don’t you go fuck some whores instead?”

“But you told me youwerea whore,” Saul protested maliciously, his lips curving up. “I wanted to wait for you.”

“I hate you so much,” I groaned,

But he only grinned savagely, and pulled my hands so they were resting on his broad chest.

“Hands on me.”

I instantly pulled them away, my fingers burning to touch his thick bands of muscles.

“Hands. On. Me,” he bit out, and I had no choice but to place them on his chest, my fingers tightening in his shirt.

“That’s better. I don’t care what you do as long as your hands are on me.”

The sounds coming from our bodies were obscene, scandalous, a dreadful horribly loud wet squelching every time his cock pulled out and he paused, looking down at where our bodies connected, pulling down my chin to force me to look too, as how his cock came out of my cunt, wet and glistening, my cunt pink and gaping and swollen without him in me.

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