Page 16 of Unholy Night

My heart raced as I watched him unbutton his jeans and slide them off, my eyes widening as I drank in the sight of his massive, tattooed cock. “I-I don’t know.” I did know. I wanted that beautiful cock inside me so bad I could hardly stand it. But saying it out loud would truly make me their whore. And I wasn’t sure if I was ready for that.

He smirked and lowered himself between my legs. He grabbed the tip of his cock and rubbed it slowly up and down my slit. “I’m going to fuck you either way, darlin’, but I want to hear you beg. No matter what it’s for.”

“I-I thought you were the nice one…” I was shocked at the turn of events. Roman was the last person in this inn that I expected to be the brutal one.

He stroked himself as he pushed his cock another inch inside my pussy. “Oh, I can be very nice when it’s deserving. But not to spoiled brats who think they’re better than everyone.”

I gasped at his words. “You don’t understand. I’m not a brat… I just…” It was getting harder to speak with the girth of his cock stretching me open.

He rubbed his thumb in circles around my clit. “Beg like a good little whore and I might change my mind about you.”

I whimpered. “Please…”

He slapped the inside of my thigh. “Please what?” He inched his cock in farther but kept it still. It was fucking agonizing.

“Please. Fuck. Me.” I closed my eyes and bit down on my lower lip.

He slapped my thigh again. “Look at me.”

I opened my eyes and took a deep breath.

“Yeah, that’s a good girl. You keep your eyes on me until I tell you to look away.” He let out a deep moan as he pushed all the way inside my pussy.

I cried out as his thickness pulsed against my insides, sending tingles to every inch of my core.

He plunged deeper in before pulling out and thrusting back in with more force. “Gag yourself for me.”

My pulse quickened. “What?”

He pounded into me so hard, my body slid a few inches across the floor. “Stick two fingers in your mouth and fucking gag yourself.”

This sent another spasm to my aching clit. I opened my mouth wide and inserted two fingers. This was fucking hot. I couldn’t deny it.

“Mmm, fuck. I knew you were a dirty girl but damn, baby, you’re fucking filthy.”

I was swept up in his brutal rhythm, his foul words, and his delicious pain. I pushed my fingers down my throat, desperate to please him. And I made myself actually gag. Tears streamed down my cheeks.

“Yeah, choke for me. So fucking beautiful.” He wrapped his hand around my throat and squeezed as my body convulsed. His cock swelled inside my pussy right before a burst of thick hot cum filled me.

He cried out, his voice almost demonic, as he slammed into me over and over again. My spasms quickened until they merged into one final explosion, taking over every inch of me. I screamed as the sudden rush of my orgasm took over.

“That’s it. Cum for daddy. Soak my fucking cock with your filthy cream,” he growled.

This was some next level degradation. With my fingers still in my throat and our eyes locked, I came two more times on his thick cock. Each veiny ridge felt like heaven sliding against my tender flesh.

I couldn’t catch my breath even as he stilled. “Holy…fuck.”

“There ain’t nothing holy about what we just did, darlin’.” He pulled his cock out and stood up, towering over me. “But I never considered myself a holy man.”

I eyed him carefully. The feral look had mostly left his gaze, but it was still there, simmering just below the surface. This man is a fucking beast.

“You okay?” he asked, breathless.

I shook my head. “I think you and your friends ruined sex with other people for me.”

He smirked. “Nah. We just gave you better standards.”

Vance

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