Page 21 of Depravity

She’s ruining this, ruining the fantasy.

The panties come off the same way the bra does. In a torn, ripped, hasty manner that shows how damned desperate I am. And then I’m undoing my trousers, pulling my cock out, giving it a few good pumps to try to calm my own need.

I drag the head of my cock up between her labia. She’s not wet. She’s not even the slightest bit aroused, but then, how can she be when she’s got no idea of what is going on? I could prep her, and yet I don’t. I want to feel the moment her body gives in; I want to feel the moment her muscles submit, and I won’t get that if I finger fuck her first.

As I line myself up, Giselle moves, she shifts. No doubt she wants a better view, but I don’t have time to consider what her motives are. I’m too damned riled up to consider anything but the fact that I’m about to win the jackpot.

I push into her, and it takes more than a few thrusts to work my cock in, and fuck me is the girl tight. Too tight. It makes my eyes water; it actually hurts my cock as I push deeper and deeper.

“Fuck me,” I groan. I don’t know how someone’s cunt could be that tight, but I know in this moment that it’s what I want, what I need, from now on. No one else will ever feel like this, no woman will ever compare.

I slide myself out, finally feeling that leak of arousal and then I start rolling my hips, letting my body truly claim her. Her breasts start heaving back and forth, her mouth opens just a little and I could almost fool myself into thinking that she’s here, awake, enjoying this moment with me. Moaning, gasping, and rocking her hips like she’s desperate to come already.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” I groan. It’s too good, too damned fucking incredible. I know I’ve fucked up, even as I’m chasing the very heights of nirvana, I realise the mistake I’ve made. That this moment here will be a high I’ll never get to savour again, never get to enjoy.

From now on I’ll be an addict, continually chasing it but never ever being truly satisfied.

Behind me, I can hear moans and gasps. Giselle is clearly enjoying every second of me ruining her niece.

I clench my jaw, hating the way that bitch is trying to share this moment with us. And then I remember that my little doll here isn’t actually consenting, that tomorrow she’s going to wake and be none the wiser.

Fury twists in me.

I snarl out, my hands grab hold of the headboard, and I slam myself into her harder and harder. I don’t care that I’m too rough, that I’m twice her size and that Brynn is probably tearing from the abuse I’m inflicting. I need her body to bear witness to this, I need her to wake and see the bruises and remember.

“Fuck,” I groan, slamming into her so hard that I know I’m brutalising her insides.

She has to remember. She has to wake and feel what I’ve done to her, how I’ve left my mark all over her perfect little body.

Her cunt squelches, her body heaves more and more. I slap her breasts just for the sheer hell of it, and the livid print that remains tells me that I’m becoming rabid now.

When I come, I come hard. It feels like the entirety of my balls empty, and I slump on top of her, breathing in that sweet, innocent scent.

As I slide out, my eyes drop to see how swollen and battered her cunt is. My come is already leaking out, as if her body is already trying to rid herself of me. But I see the streaks of red too. Not just there, but on my cock, on the sheets, all around us.

Giselle lets out an exaggerated moan, her body heaving. As my eyes follow the direction of the sound, I can see her lying barely a metre away, her dress up above her waist and her fingers deep inside herself. Her head rolls back, and she’s coming like she’s never had so much pleasure before.

“You touched yourself?” I snap, as it sinks in what all her little noises were about.

She gasps, sitting up and spreads her legs wide as if I’d want to see how turned on she got. As if I give a damn about her. “This was for both of us, Conrad.” she states. “That’s the deal, you can fuck who you want as long as I’m there, as long as you’re not hiding it from me. We’re a partnership.”

I stare at her, almost in disbelief. On some level, this should make me happy. On some level, this is a reprieve. What man wouldn’t want a wife so open minded and considerate?

But she masturbated while I was fucking her niece, she watched me taking her, enjoying her and she stole that moment, twisted it so that it was all about her pleasure.

My eyes dart back to the girl I really want. She hasn’t moved. She’s exactly where I left her, still splayed wide open, and laying in the mess of us both. She’s so perfect. Too perfect. If she opened her eyes now, would she smile at me? Would she have that innocent blush on her cheeks? Or would she shy away because she realises that Giselle is here, witnessing it?

“Get out.” I say before I can stop myself.

Giselle may have sullied the moment, may have spoiled it, but by my reckoning I’ve got a little more time before my doll wakes up. I want to hold her, to touch her, to enjoy this first time for as long as I can.

Giselle doesn’t move. She just lays there, legs spread like the whore she is. “Don’t you want to play with me now?”

“Excuse me?”

“I gave you this, I gave you my niece. Gave you her virginity.” She spits. “The least you can do is show your thanks.”

I blink as that word registers. Virginity? My eyes dart back to the angel on the bed, to where her cunt is battered and bleeding. I was her first? I was her first. It feels like a chorus goes off, a celebration for something unfathomable.

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