Page 40 of Hell's Storm

I pull back, starting to lick up and down his length. I love his reaction, mainly because I might be the only girl to ever give him a real blowjob.

I take my time with him, working him up and giving him the attention he deserves. Each moan I get from him makes me rub my thighs together and makes my pussy ache in the worst way. Then suddenly, he pulls back. “You’re soaking wet,” he groans. “I want to feel you.”

Before I can beg to keep going, he’s already picking me up and tossing me onto the bed. I start to turn around, but he grabs my hips to stop me.

“Close your legs and bring your ass up.”

I listen and do as I’m told. He settles behind me off the edge of the bed and even lifts me completely to bring me closer to him. I look back at him.

“Head down,” Jigsaw orders, leaning forward and pushing my head to the mattress. He moves back, guiding his huge tip to my entrance. I can tell he’s refraining from slamming into me and instead starts inching in and out of me. I tense up a bit, still not used to his size. I’ll never get used to it. Once fully into me, as deep as he can be, he begins fucking me without mercy.

I moan, pleasure washing over me with each stroke.

“Fuck.” He breathes heavily. “You feel so good.”

That makes my stomach heat up. My hips are tight with the familiar tension of an orgasm. I lift my head and grip the pillows. “Please don’t stop, Jigsaw.”

He growls like a hellhound. “Head down. Don’t make me tell you again.”

I can barely hear his warning. My head is spinning, and I am getting so close. “Fuck.”

He stops, lifts my hips, and sets me on the carpet. He lifts his leg up.

“Don’t stop, please,” I beg, unable to do anything.

“Stop lifting your fucking head.” I feel something heavy press on the back of my head. I try to move but can’t. “Stay still.”

Is… he stepping on my head?How the hell did he manage that?

I feel his cock enter me again, making me almost forget about the foot on my head.

Jigsaw shows no mercy, slamming in and out of me until I’m crying out into the rug. He hits my walls and sweet spot so perfectly that the release happens without me knowing. My eyes water as I reach up and grab his foot. “There. I’m there.”

“Good girl. Come for me, baby.”

And I do. Shattering and crying into the rug. My body shudders as my liquid gushes between us.

“Good fucking girl. Do you like it when I do this?”

I nod.

“No, say it. Tell me what you fucking like.”

“Yes, Jigsaw. I love it when you fuck me and step on me.”

He slams into me a few more times, cursing and moaning. “Yes, you do. You love that, my queen.” His cum drips out of me, and as soon as he leaves my body and moves, I collapse on the carpet. I hear him move away and water running before I feel him cleaning me up between my legs. “I want to take your ass like that one day. It was looking so fucking good.”

I chuckle into the carpet.

He cleans me up and gives me cold water before opening a window and putting me into bed. “Are you tired now?”

I nod, eyes already closed.

He pulls me close, brushing my hair from my face. “Go ahead, sleep. I’ve got you.”

“You wanted to see me?” my father’s voice comes from behind me, making me twist around. He stares down at me. I hadn’t even realized that I had fallen asleep on Jigsaw.

“Do you have another daughter?”

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