Page 21 of The Count

“I can’t…”

“You will, Mina. It is your nature,” he purred, and my clit throbbed hard beneath his fingertips. His touch was suddenly firmer, more consuming and devastating than before. My entire body trembled, fighting against the inevitable onslaught of pleasure.

The wilder it grew, the more I realized that I couldn’t fight it. I couldn’t outrun it. It was going to take me whether I liked it or not.

My thighs tensed, my muscles tightening around him, and the wave started. For several seconds, it was as if I was watching the tide coming in, but it was going way too fast. By the time it was finally on me, it was a far bigger swell than I could have ever imagined.

A cry escaped me, and it quickly turned into a scream.

My body shook hard, and my eyes rolled back in my head. I arched, taking him deeper. White-hot bliss spiraled through me in spades, holding me captive in its powerful thrall. It was exquisite pain and pleasure all wrapped into one and there was nothing I could do except simply survive it.

I whined, my whole body shaking. My inner walls fluttered around his cock and when that second orgasm finally began to fade, I was left breathless, overwhelmed, and sore.

He still didn’t stop.

He pounded into my pussy, ignoring my pleas for mercy as he teased my overly sensitive clit. Before long, my body responded against my will, slowly rising toward a third release that I knew would be even more brutal.

When it finally slammed over me, I screamed, my voice wavering and growing hoarse. It came on too fast, but that orgasm was so hard and long that by the time it finally crested, and I could catch my breath, I felt like my body had been shattered into a million pieces.

He kept going. I kept suffering.

I could only think of one thing that would end this.

“Please. Please come,” I begged.

Men got tired after they came, right?

“I’m enjoying myself, little girl,” he replied curtly. His tone was dangerous, and a frisson of fear cut through me, sharp as a knife.

“Please. I’ll do anything. Please just come inside me, sir,” I pleaded.

I could feel a fourth terrible orgasm looming and as much as I wanted it, I was terrified of it. Every nerve in my body was overcome with sensation. They wouldn’t stop firing. I couldn’t tell the difference between pain and pleasure anymore. I simply hurt.

He fucked me more slowly now, continuing to torture my clit with those ever-knowledgeable fingers even as I yelped from over-sensitization.

“Anything…” he answered, pistoning into my pussy several times with savage force. I cried out, but that did nothing to deter him.

“Please!Anything,” I begged. My voice shook audibly, showcasing my desperation for him in all its glory.

“You aren’t going to stay here for a week. You will stay for a month,” he declared.

“Yes! I’ll stay. However long you want!” I pleaded.

“Good. Now come for me one last time,” he commanded.

I wailed as my fucking turned truly feral. He took me with the savagery of a monster. I screamed and cried and suffered.

He growled behind me, gripping my flesh hard enough that I knew he’d leave marks that I’d find in the morning. For some strange reason, I couldn’t wait to see them.

I turned my head back, catching the ruthless cruelty painted all over his face. The light made his flesh seem paler, his features sharper. Somehow, there was a red gleam to his eyes. He smiled, but it felt ominous, and my stomach curdled with anxious arousal.

My inner walls clutched tightly at him, and I cried out, not wanting them to and not being able to stop my body from rising to his call again and again.

I could feel that final orgasm, swirling with terrible promise just outside my reach. He groaned, and it surged forward. My pleasure captured me, sweeping me away on the cruel endless wave of agonizing bliss. There was no outrunning it.

With a roar, he jerked his cock in and out of me with ferocious intensity. He slammed it all the way into me, and I felt the first hot splash of his cum pelt my insides.

My own release tore through me with a rabid mercilessness that I couldn’t have prepared myself for even if I’d known how.

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