Page 47 of A Bloody Merry Christmas
I supposed he had time between me running to hide in the closet and him reaching the guest room. Damn. I had to hand it to him—he thought ahead of time, and I liked it.
Lust coiled in my stomach, my dick jerking now that it was free from my pants. My fingers itched with the need to touch him, but I stayed perfectly still, playing the role of someone trying to survive. A finger was forced into my hole, and my mouth parted in a sharp inhale of air.
“Fuck.” I shivered and glanced over my shoulder, taking in the mask again and how he kept his head cocked. “Please. I’m a virgin. Be gentle.” I fluttered my lashes at him dramatically. Precum built at my slit. I was so ready to be fucked that a tornado of lust ripped through me.
He pushed down on the bat, the pressure of his weight forcing my chest flat on the table. The mask was brighter down here, the neon green blazing and hurting my eyes in the most delightful way, and I wanted to see him, wanted to watch him.
He thrust a finger into me, and I sucked in another breath, shuddering as he shoved his digit deep inside me. My dick jerked, precum sliding down the length of my dick. I reached around the table to stroke myself, but a feral, rough growl echoed against the walls. He sounded animalistic and I hadn’t heard that kind of noise from him yet. My dick fucking loved it, though, and my balls tightened.
He yanked his finger out of my hole, and I whimpered, but he shoved the bat against my upper back again. I quivered as he slammed a small bottle of lube on the table beside me, and he pumped it a couple of times before his hand disappeared in front of himself. I shifted to get a better look. His jeans were unzipped and sat low on his hips, with his dick out. He used the lube to smear his length.
My mouth watered. He hadn’t stretched me nearly enough, but I hungered for the burn. This wasn’t sweet sex like we’d been having—no, this was going to be rough and primal. I wanted him to dominate me, to mount me like a beast and fuck me until he pumped me so full of his cum that it leaked out of my hole in a river.
As though he read my mind, he lined his dickhead up to my hole and thrust inside. Pain and pleasure exploded inside me and I whimpered, clawing at the metal table beneath me. I whined and trembled, his width spreading me in the most delicious way, and I couldn’t decide if I wanted to rock back to meet him or crawl away. My body rebelled at the thought of making a choice. I pined for both.
“Oh, fuck. Please. You’re scaring me.” I wasn’t the best actor—terrible actually—but whether it was the words or the tone of my voice, Sam thrust in until he was balls deep. My hole burned, the sting of the stretch working its way through me until the pressure stole my breath. I moaned and angled my hips up to give him a better position, and he sank in more.
The presence of the bat was a reminder of his power and strength and what he’d done for me. This man was a killer, yet I felt completely and utterly safe with him. Safe enough for a little bit of role play with masks and the same bat he killed three men with.
He hammered forward with a force that drove my hips against the edge of the table, which added to the pain and pleasure that swirled inside me. The drive of his dick was relentless and there wasn’t anything sweet or gentle about the way he thrust into me. He fucked with aggressiveness, and I was going cross-eyed from the amount of lust that ripped through me in a blaze.
I glanced over my shoulder, hungry for another look at his mask, and the sight didn’t disappoint. The glow of the maskwas monstrous, bright and dangerous in the dim lighting, and every time he thrust forward, his arms strained, the cords of his muscles tensing. My dick jerked, but I didn’t dare reach for it again.
“Please. Take me, take whatever you want. Just don’t kill me.” I whimpered again, and another growl tore from him. The man I loved had been taken over by a feral monster and I needed him to do all the dirtiest things to me.
His dick slammed into my hole repeatedly, the rock of his hips measured but also wild, and yet he still managed to hammer my prostate roughly. The guttural sounds he made were downright erotic and my balls ached, on the brink of exploding.
“I’m so close. So fucking close. Right there, please destroy my virginity. I won’t tell my parents. I swear, just let me live. I’ll be your sex toy.” I threw back my head when he grasped a handful of hair and yanked, and I howled. He wasn’t the only animal in this situation.
The bat’s weight, combined with his thrusting and the way he held my hair, sent me crashing over the edge. My dick jerked, untouched, and cum splattered across the cement floor. My knees shook and if I wasn’t supported by the table, I would’ve collapsed onto the floor in a heap.
He thrust harder and deeper, and I was so oversensitive that it hurt. I trembled through the agony of stimulation, panting and moaning. I probably looked like a mess right now.
“Fuck, so good, but so sensitive. Please. Oh, please come for me.”
He grunted again. A few more thrusts and heat filled me up. His cum painted my insides, searing his name on me with only his load. The bat went rolling off my back and onto the table, then the floor, and he crumpled on top of me.
I laughed, still shivering through the aftershocks.
“Are you dead?”
He made a sound. At least he didn’t die on top of me because that would have been awkward to explain.
When he moved and slid out of me, we both hissed. Carefully, he touched my elbow and helped me move before he took off his mask and slid it on top of his head.
“You okay?” he signed.
I knew enough to understand a few things. “I’m fine. You filled me to the brim.” I reached around to touch my swollen hole and came back with some of his cum. “Damn, that was hot.”
He chuckled soundlessly before his expression turned serious. His hands moved. “I love you.” He added something else I didn’t understand, and I cocked my head.
“What was the last bit?”
He smiled as he yanked up his pants before walking over to the corner to grab the notepad he’d abandoned. He wrote on it before showing me the paper.
I gave you a sign name. The sign means applause, but I decided it’s what I’ll use for your name. From now on, your nickname is Razz.
Razz.
