Page 96 of Corrupted Heart

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh my fucking FUCK.

I can hear him opening his pants the rest of the way and shoving them down. The metallic jangle of his belt. A low groan of pleasure as he strokes himself.

I know what comes next, and the nervous energy and eager anticipation are turning me inside out.

“Did sucking that big dick get your greedy little pussy nice and messy for me?”

I whimper as he slaps my ass, hard.

“You’d better fucking hope so, babygirl,” he hisses darkly.

Kratos grabs the back of my leggings and yanks them down to mid-thigh. Then I’m gasping at the sensation of cold steel on my skin as he half-yanks, half-rips my panties away before completely slicing them off with the blade.

He takes my hair in his fist, keeping my cheek and breasts pinned to the ground. He bends over me from behind, his swollen dick pressed to my slick, swollen lips.

Spreading them. Adding a little pressure.

“…Because I’m not going to be gentle.”

I choke out a low, whining moan as his palm slaps my ass.

“And I won’t go easy. I’m going to fuck you like the greedy little cum slut you are, babygirl.”

I jolt, crying out as he slaps the inside of my thighs.

“Spread your legs.”

This is so fucked up. This is how I’m going to lose my virginity.

On my knees.

On a grimy floor.

Covered in drool and precum.

I cry out as Kratos sinks two fingers into me. I shiver, moaning as he starts to roughly stroke in and out, pressing against my g-spot as his thumb rubs my clit in hard, deliberate circles.

“Moan for me,” he rasps. “Because that’s just my fingers, babygirl. Just imagine how fucking much you’re going to stretch when I fuck my thick cock into this tight little cunt.”

He fingers me harder, the sloppy wet sounds filling my ears as he leans over me. His teeth find the soft skin of my neck, and I scream when he bites down hard. He does it again, biting and nipping my throat before his mouth drags hotly to my ear.

“Beg me,” he growls darkly. “Beg me for my fucking cock.”

His hand tightens around my throat.

“Please!” I whimper.

Kratos chuckles a cold laugh behind me. “Please what.”

“Please fuck me!”

“How.”

“Hard,” I sob, shaking as his fingers stroke my g-spot over and over.

“I didn’t hear you. Fuck you how.”

I choke out a cry of pleasure.

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