Page 98 of Ravaged Soul
“Yes, babe. Take it.”
Each thrust hits deep, battering his ownership into me. Over and over. A brutal, bruising collision that shatters any meagre hint of professionalism between us. Axel takes a fucking sledgehammer to that lie, and for once, it feels good to surrender to another person.
When Axel halts, sliding himself free, my mewling sounds frantic even to my own ears. He reaches above me to unlatch the handcuff cutting into my wrist, letting my arm flop and clothing scatter. I don’t have a second to recover before he’s seizing my waist to flip me over.
Fingers bite into my hips as Axel lifts my rear end high. I’m bent over like a dog, ass up and spine bent, head buried in my warm pillow. His tip strokes over my pussy then pushes back inside from a new angle.
I shout into the pillow, feeling fuller than ever. From this position, Axel is seated deep inside me. His hand runs down my spine, then fire races over my ass cheek where it smacks into me.
“You wanted more,” he grunts.
“Yes! Please!”
“Christ, Em. You’re so goddamn tight.”
I’m fucked rough and hard. Tits bouncing. Leg muscles burning. Walls squeezing tight around Axel’s cock, repeatedly bulldozing into me with enough force to ignite another meltdown. I’m seconds from exploding around him.
Another firm spank and I spiral, quickly falling apart. Every last internal boundary collapses into spectacular pieces, letting Axel barge his way into my whole being. Every nerve. Every sense. I’m lost to his touch, the strength of his thrusts, the way my limbs turn to blissful jelly.
Still, he won’t let up. Not as my system sprints into overdrive or my brain feels like it’s going to fracture from the drawn-out orgasm. Axel grips my hips hard enough to ache and rides me like he’s spent months fantasising about this exact moment.
“You’re mine.” He puffs for air. “So fucking perfect for me.”
“Yours,” I moan in a daze.
“That’s right. I want everyone to know it.”
My head pulls upright when his hand takes hold of my loose red hair, forming a leash. Axel grips my locks, using the leverage while he fucks me like a vengeful god out to prove a point.
Every doubt flies from my mind, ejected by brute force alone. No amount of turmoil for crossing this line could stop us now. Axel leaves no room to question exactly what he wants from me as he batters an imprint into my very soul.
After he dips a finger through the wetness leaking from where we’re joined, Axel finds my backside. I jerk on the bed, pushing back into his crotch, the sensation startling me.
“Easy, babe.”
Pressure builds at my rear where his finger is slowly penetrating me. It’s an odd intrusion, half-pain and half-pleasure that has me squirming for something I can’t quite name.
“I’m going to take this hole soon.” Nerve endings I didn’t know I had spark to life as he eases his digit inside me. “Maybe I’ll let one of the others fuck your pussy while I do it.”
“Oh God,” I mewl.
“You like the idea of that, don’t you?”
While he worships my core, his finger swirls inside me from behind, unlocking a new thrill. The punishing cinch on my hair grows tighter, adding to my sensory overload. All I can do is rock back and forth into each ragged slam.
“Take my cock,” he grunts, driving deep into me.
“Ax! Can’t… take more…”
“Yes, babe. You can. Come all over me, cover me in your juices. Give me everything.”
Another digit breaches my asshole, and I see stars. The stretch is too much. I’m overwhelmed by Axel, drowning in every place he’s claiming my body, and it’s too late to stop the inevitable meltdown.
His fingers scissor in time to his undulating hips, wringing every last drop of desire from my veins. Before exhaustion can creep in, I sense the edges of another release creeping over me. He’s determined to find my breaking point.
“I’m close,” Axel huffs.
Nails dig into my hips, the zaps of pain hitting like sparks from a flame. It’s nothing compared to the inferno that’s been stoked within me, reaching every corner of my mind. All my boundaries, secrets and bullshit excuses crisp in the flames.
