Page 14 of Vow of Vengeance
"I can't." Soren shakes her head even as she takes a breath in, and I feel her shoulders ease a little as some of the agony fades. I grant her some relief, sliding a hand around the front of her, skating down her stomach all the way to her pussy, which is wet for me... for this.
I grip her clit gently enough that she moans in pleasure as I slide back, building some friction between us before thrusting back in, making her squeal at the sudden pain. I bury two fingers in her pussy with ease. Despite her denial, she’s sopping wet.
Coating my fingers in her reluctant arousal, I draw back and pump into her ass again. She moans, softening, her body losing some of the tension that's been keeping her rigid as she surrenders to me in yet another way. I told her we would share control, but I'm growing addicted to taking it from her, forcing her to hand it over to me.
"Fuck." I grunt as I pick up the pace, thrusting into her with my fingers and cock in tandem. "Who does this ass belong to?" I growl, bottoming out against her.
She moans something unintelligible, her face in the blanket so that I have to grip the back of her neck to get her to take a deep breath and try again.
"Who-" I thrust deep, feeling the telltale tightening in my balls. “Does-” I can't hold on much longer. "This ass- " I slap her gently on the globe of her ass, enjoying the way she squeezes around me, and the moan that slips out of her throat. "Belong to?"
"You." She breathes, trying to exhale the pain as I grip her hips, seeking the impending orgasm.
"Who am I?" I grunt, needing to hear her scream for me, the way I promised she would.
"Declan!" She huffs, growing desperate for the release just out of reach as I roll my fingertips over her needy clit.
Just a little more pressure and she'll come undone. One more thrust and I surely will. But there's something I need from her first.
I pinch her clit and twist, making sure the pain is brief before it marries with the pleasure of release. Her gasp assures me that the combination is doing exactly what I want it to, making her want this, making her crave every inch of me.
"Scream for me." It’s the last instruction I give her before I leverage my grip on both of her thighs, pulling her closer to me so that I can hammer into her mercilessly.
I don't have to tell her twice.
“Oh, fuck Declan!” She sobs, so close to an orgasm unlike any she’s ever felt before. “Declan! Please!”
She screams my name before her yelling turns into an unintelligible wail.
I think I pry an orgasm out of her, but I can’t quite tell since she never comes down, shuddering and screaming through it all. She doesn't let up even when the heat explodes across my skin, sweaty with her perspiration and mine.
“Fuck!” I grunt, feeling as if the pressure may blow me apart. I hold tighter to her just in case, burying my final thrusts deeper inside of her as I empty my heavy balls into her little round ass.
Her cries slow to gasps as I work the last of my cum into her tight hole, and she tries to rock away from me. I’m not ready to give up my treasure yet, so I stay sheathed inside of her, pressing a kiss to the base of her skull that makes her shiver. The motion makes her ass grip me, prompting a moan from her and a grunt from me.
Part of me wants to let her collapse on the bed and then fall atop her, staying buried inside her until I’m ready to goagain. But she squeezes me too tight, her body experiencing aftershocks that make her jump and tighten.
I let her fall onto the bed, my cock slipping out of her as I stand to roll her over.
She's a glorious mess, covered in spit and cum, her hair matted down and her eyes heavy with satisfaction. But she's also the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen, broken in her fulfillment.
She stares vacantly as I rise off of her and make my way to the bathroom. I don't bother turning the light on, grabbing a washcloth from the drawer and running it under the tap for a minute. I doubt she'll have the energy to shower after this, and while I'll enjoy knowing my cum is leaking out of her ass all night, I'm not going to leave her in the mess I made.
I wipe her mouth first, getting off the spit that has dried to her cheeks without protest from her. I can't tell if she's asleep or just embarrassed, refusing to look at me again the way she did the other night when I made her piss herself.
When I press the cloth against the hole I just took ownership of, she moans a little, but doesn't move otherwise. I clean her quickly and throw the cloth on the ground, letting it land on the tile floor.
One mess at a time.
And right now, the biggest of them all is my head.
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Soren
I'mstaringathimacross the table he ravaged me on, hating myself for feeling betrayed.
The real problem isn't that I feel like he betrayed me, but that I feel likeIbetrayed myself. Everything was so good, so easy, until last night. I should have known better, given how cruel he was before yesterday. But knowing that I'm a fool for believing he wouldn't hurt me doesn't make me feel any better. It's not the lingering discomfort that has me feeling down, but the fact that he took the last shred of dignity I thought I had.
