Page 96 of Brat Baby
Her hair is messed up—probably from me taking it out of the braid she had it in while I fucked her when I first slipped into herbed. Having the strands tangled in my fist while my cock soaks in the wet heat of her cunt is my nirvana.
My morning wood goes from mostly hard to rock hard at the memory of last night. Emery gasps as I reach over and drag her on top of me, position her over my cock, and pull her hips down until I thrust up into her.
She whimpers, and her face scrunches with discomfort, nails digging into my chest as I hold her up high enough that I can thrust into her without resistance.
“Daddy, I’m not wet enough, please, it hurts.” She winces and tries to twist away, her words bouncing with each of my thrusts.
Fuck, this pussy.
She might not think she is very wet, but she’s wet enough. Her lack of arousal has made her fucking tight, and she clamps around me, her natural reaction to trying to make the pain go away.
I don’t let up, even when she screws her eyes shut. She knows the deal. All she needs to do is use a safe word, and I’ll ease up or stop. But she hasn’t. She just keeps begging me to stop, telling me it hurts, tears starting to glisten along her fucking gorgeous eyelashes.
But no safe words.
My cock throbs with every plea, every broken word that falls from her lips, my orgasm building at the base of my spine and balls feeling heavier with every thrust. Picking up my pace, I chase my orgasm until I’m using my hold on her to drive her up and down on my cock, slamming us together firmly enough that her pretty little pussy lips will be bruised and sore.
“Daddy,” she whines, tits bouncing as the zing of orgasm starts to burn deep in my gut.
Not wanting to have her entire floor hear her, I release one of her hips, clamp my hand around her throat, and squeeze.Her breath is cut off mid inhale and her eyes fly open, terror widening them so that the whites show the whole way around.
I squeeze and lift, dragging her higher as I fuck up into her. Her hands leave my body to grasp at my forearm, nails digging in as she pulls and tugs, fighting for her life.
Slowly, her face goes red, veins appear in her forehead, and wheezy choking noises drop from her mouth. Her nails cause brief flickers of pain, and I wish they were longer, wish they would dig in and do more permanent damage.
For my blood to mix with hers.
Fuck. The thought. It’s enough.
I grit my teeth and thrust up a final time while shoving her down, burying my cock so deep in her I’m sure it’s lost forever, as cum erupts out of my cock. The entire time, I stare at her face, her lips going a little blue as a bone-deep satisfaction comes over me.
As the high of my orgasm recedes, I shuffle down the bed, then grab her by the waist again, lifting and pulling her up to my face. She doesn’t help at all, just gasps and coughs as she sucks in lungfuls of air.
I couldn’t give a fuck. She could be almost dead, and it wouldn’t stop me from sucking the entrance to her cum-filled cunt into my mouth. My cum hasn’t started to leak out of her yet, but I’m a fucking patient man.
I focus on her clit, lapping and sucking, then biting, and it doesn’t take long for those gasps of air to turn into moans as she grinds down onto my face. Her hands dive into my hair, and the sharp sting at my scalp makes my spent dick twitch.
Nibbling on her clit, then swirling my tongue around the little bundle gets her right to the edge, and hoping to shove her over the edge quickly, I reach up and tweak her nipple, imagining what that will feel like for her once I’ve pierced them.
It’s the next thing on my scene to-do list. Handcuffed to my cross, nipples clamped, fuck machine penetrating her, my needle sliding through her flesh as she screams in pain and orgasm.
Fuck. Blood tries to flow south again, but I don’t have time for another round.
The pain in her nipple gets me the result I want, and her hips start to twitch unevenly as she moans out her pleasure. Releasing the tight hold I have on her hip, I allow her to use my mouth for her orgasm, wetness coating my chin.
As she starts to sag, I readjust to get my mouth back on her entrance, tongue licking inside of her, hunting out my reward. Her orgasm coats my tongue, and then I can taste the saltiness of mine mixing with the musky flavor of hers.
The only thing that would make this taste better is if there was a little of her blood mixed in.
Chapter 51
Emery
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
I skim my fingers over my neck, the phantom sensation of his hand strangling me still there as I lie on my side with Xavier wrapped around me, one of his hands cupping my breast and his thigh shoved between my own.
I’m still fucking tingling from that orgasm.
