Page 45 of Come Out, Come Out, Wherever You Are

“Maybe I don’t want my fairytale to have a happy ending?”

“You want to stay here, high as a fucking kite?”

Leaning into him, I whispered against his lips, “I want to hide in the shadows. Out there”—I nipped his bottom lip—“it’s so fucking bright.”

In one swift motion, he grabbed my hips and hoisted me up against the car.

“Fuck, yes.” I grinned triumphantly, sliding my arms around his neck and dropping my head back against the burned car roof.

The moon filtered through the canopy of leaves overhead as the clouds moved across the now starlit sky, bathing my senses.

Nate unzipped his pants, freed his dick, and rubbed it through my soaked slit.

“Make me forget,” I ordered breathily, my back aching from arching. “Make me lose myself in this fucking nightmare.”

“If I fuck you”—his teeth nipped at my tipped chin, smiling against my parted lips—“you’ll never want to wake up.”

“Then so be it.”

He slammed into me in one go and grabbed me by the throat, his grip so tight I couldn’t breathe. Let alone think about anything but his big cock plowing through me. It burned like hell.

Fuck, he felt amazing, like every sinister nightmare come true.

“You’re a whore for my cock, aren’t you?” he taunted, lips spreading into a wide smile against mine. I lifted my head off the car and got lost in his empty, dark void while he rammed his cock into me in a maddening rhythm. He tore through my defenses and my hymen with punishing thrusts, hurting, healing, and breaking me all at once.

“Fuck me harder,” I ordered, pulling at the short hair at his nape. “Fuck me until I taste death’s sweet sting. Fuck me until you’re all I know and all I see. I want to stay here forever, Nate. Lost. Hopelessly lost.”

His hand moved from my throat and he dug his fingers into my jaw. “Such a dirty slut, painting my dick with your virgin blood, my little red riding hood.”

“Fuck…” My cunt spasmed around his cock and my nipples ached inside their confines. Nate kissed me, our teeth clashing and our breaths colliding—two enemies circling with their swords drawn.

“You’re strangling my dick,” he breathed between kisses, bruising my jaw with his calloused fingers while fucking my mouth with his tongue. “Your cunt sure as fuck knows who owns it, doesn’t it?”

He fucked me so hard my back scraped against the car as my tits bounced inside my dress. I clung to him, begging him never to stop. To fuck me harder. Dirtier. To hurt me. Punish me. I never wanted to resurface.

“Fuck, you take my dick so damn well,” he said with a grunt before biting the swell of my lip and pulling it away from my teeth. He moved back in, kissing me deeper, fingers spasming on my jaw. I swallowed his masculine moans and grunts.

His lips left mine and dragged across my cheek until his raspy breath whispered in my ear, “You’re such a fucking toxic mess.”

“We both are.” I threw my head back against the car roof with a loud moan. I was so close. So fucking close.

Nate’s movements grew jerky, and he cursed in my ear. “Come out, come out, wherever you are. It’s time to stop playing hide-and-seek with the wolf.”

“You want me to come on your dick, Nate? Then you’ll have to work for it.”

“My little killer likes a challenge.” He grinned, reaching down to play with my swollen clit. “So do I.”

“Fuck.” My pussy clenched and I lifted my head, looking at him through lowered lashes.

Nate pinched my clit at the same time he leaned in and bit my neck hard.

I came, losing my breath as he slapped my cunt.

“There she is, my own cum bucket. Come on my cock, little killer. Let me fucking hear how much you like it!”

I screamed, but Nate cut off the loud echoing sound when he grabbed me in a chokehold with both hands, pounding me hard against the car as he chased his release.

With a final grunt, he burrowed his cock deep, stuffing me full of cum.

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