Page 18 of Slaying for Santa
That’s what I feel when I fuck. That’s what I feel now.
But with her, the line blurs. She’s not afraid of the part of me I fight to bury. She’s calling it out. Daring me to trust it.
“Shift back,” I order, my voice low and deep as I point to the bed.
She moves without hesitation, her body language fluent as she shifts and leans her back against the side of my mattress. Her dark eyes lock with mine as she rests her head back, her lips open wide like she’s desperate to taste my cock.
Fuck, she’s stunning. A dark beauty. Probably the hottest thing I’ve ever seen with those plump tits more than a firm handful, her nipples such a deep rose colour, peaked hard with silver barbell piercings… I frown as I lean closer, getting a better look at those fucking piercings.
“Fuck, Bell. Are those skulls?” I take in the silver diamond encrusted skull heads at each end of the barbell, and when I glance up, she nods, her red-tipped fingers coming up to pinch each nipple.
She doesn’t speak, her mouth still wide, reminding me of one of those cheap-ass blow up dolls.
Reaching down, I bat her hands away and roll each nipple between my fingers, my gaze tracking how her eyes roll in the back of her head momentarily.
Fuck. The fact that she’s so turned on by me, the guy she hates with a passion… well, fuck. I’m gonna make this brutal.
The violence inside me shifts, still lurking at the surface but no longer wrapped in hate.
It’s a violent sort of hunger and need. I don’t justwantto take, but fuck, I want togive.
And fuck, I’ll give it all to her.
She wants my violence. She craves it.
A low growl rumbles in my chest as I release her nipples, and fist my cock, watching her eyes flare with desire.
“This what you want?” I snarl through gritted teeth, feeling the violence build inside me like a fucking rush, and fuck… she nods.
“You want my cock, Bell? You want to fucking choke on it?”
She nods again, her reaction triggering every instinct I’ve spent years containing.
I slap my hard rod across her cheek, and her nostrils flare, her hands whipping up to wrap around the backs of my thighs, urging me forward.
Another savage growl falls from me as I steer my cock to her lips and forcefully surge in.
She stiffens even as she holds my legs in place like she wants more, and I widen my stance, making sure I get the right angle to penetrate her throat all the way down, my hand fisting her hair again to hold her to me with each deep thrust.
She gags, and my cock fucking swells as her throat constricts around me.
“Fuck… yes… take it. Fucking take it.” I snarl, curling my lip as I let my rage rush to the surface.
I fuck into her mouth and throat relentlessly, revelling in the power I hold right now, yet a part of me knows I should be concerned with how much she likes being abused like this.
Fuck, I’m concerned at how much I love doing it.
But shit, she doesn’t pinch me, just holds me closer, even forcing her head forward as much as she can as I seat myself right to the hilt.
Her body is fighting, even though her mind isn’t. It’s a natural reflex to want to fight the intrusion, and the gagging grows more intense as I fuck her throat with strong punches.
“Fuck, you’re such a slut, Bell,” I seethe, going faster, andher lids flutter closed like she’s getting fucking high. “Open your eyes!” I demand. “I wanna see those tears as you fade.”
Her lids snap open with a flare, and I can feel her weakening under each punch of my hips, her grip on my legs lightening.
“Fuck. Yes. Fuck. Take it.” I roar. “Fucking take it!”
As pleasure rushes to my nuts, I do as she asked before, pinching her nose, cutting off all of her air, and she convulses around me as her body protests, and fuuuuck, I can’t hold back any longer, my climax hitting me like a fucking sledgehammer as I start shooting cum right down her throat.
