Page 60 of Nemesync
Cruel. Invasive.Feral.
The friction makes me escape a small urgent cry. The hand he had on my mouth takes advantage of my surprise as he lets his thumb rest in between my lips, like he’s gripping on my mouth for support.
I couldn’t breathe easily because of that. And he doesn’t care at all. But the worst part is that I don’t care either. I’m battling to keep my eyes open but when I lower them and catch his big hand disappearing in my shorts, I can’t restrain myself and begin to lose every shred of logical reasoning.
I had no control over anything, neither my heart nor my mind.
Head empty, just us alone in this corridor, his bare chest on my back, his erection teasing me from behind. Him and I in the dark, his hand touching me, and his breath caressing my neck.
Hate and desire.
And a twisted attraction. A forbidden fascination with each other’s bodies.
His fingers start tickling all along my folds and stop on my clit again, but this time he’s not studying my reactions anymore. He starts playing with it. It felt so good and so wrong, I couldn’t stop myself from letting out small noisy breaths muffled between his fingers that kept my mouth parted.
His husky voice brings me back to the present moment, “Miss Dellé, are you dripping wet, all for me?”
Am I? I think I am.
Without warning his finger sinks into me.
A cry of surprise escapes me.
It was brutal, intense, almost natural.
I can’t feel air, I can’t feel anything. It’s just a blur of raw sensations. I’m wandering into a ghostly realm where oxygen is non-existent.
My pulse is the only thing I can hear.
The pain, the brutality of his finger impaling me feels surreal.
A hand presses hard against my throat, my pulse jolting me back to the moment.
“Breathe, Zanae,” the deep voice whispers against the shell of my ear persuading me back from the brink of suffocation.
And my body relaxed, air began to fill my lungs again.
“Told you I’d leave you gasping for more. Inhale the pain that only I can give you, now,” he adds, starting to push it in and out, and my head starts to fall back.
I find myself eyes closed on his shoulder, feeling his erection growing behind me. He continues his cruel play, his finger thrusting into me without giving me a break to understand what’s happening.
I can’t think of anything else than us, here, now, and then he suddenly adds a second finger.
I can’t breathe again.
The pleasure is agonizing, poisoning my blood with a mingled torment.
Everything felt sinfully wrong.
“I’m not even fucking you and you’re already soaking and suffocating my fingers. Imagine what my cock will do to you, Zanae.”
I couldn’t even listen to him anymore.
All I could hear was the erotic sound his fingers made going in and out of me. Slippery, wet sounds mixing with my breathy moans and desperate gasps.
Hard, urgent and deep. So brutal that my tits bounced with each thrust, and my moans quivered under the pressure and intensity.
The pace was getting faster and faster and, without realizing it, my hand got back on his neck. I stood up, clinging to his throat as he continued to thrust harder.
