Page 18 of The Author

I blinked away my tears of frustration as I watched him cover his hand in the clear liquid before he used it to coat his massive dick.

He lifted his head, and I could see his dark blue eyes were full of malevolence. A slow smile spread across his lips.

“I’m going to fuck you raw. I'm going to stuff your cunt full of my cum,” he said with a snicker.

I closed my eyes and swallowed hard in fear and apprehension. I felt his hands under my knees as he lifted my legs before he pinned them back onto the bed, raising my hips up towards him.

“Mmm. Look at that pink cunt spread open for me. There is nothing you can do to stop me from fucking you,” he said with amusement in his voice.

The sick fuck was loving this.

I shook my head against the pillow but couldn't move beneath him. I felt the warm, rounded tip of his cock move against my pussy. His fingers tightened around my legs.

“Open your eyes, little thief.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and opened my eyes. He was looking at me with a satisfied look in his eye before I felt him push himself inside me. I groaned but kept my lips together to ensure I didn't tear my stitches. My cheek throbbed, but I tried to ignore the pain.

His eyes drooped down until I could only see small slits as he groaned. He pulled back before slamming himself inside me. I felt his entire length force its way inside, and I let out a muffled moan as I felt myself stretch around him. I automatically gripped him tighter at the intrusion.

“Holy fuck. That's one tight-ass pussy,” he gasped as he stared down at me. “I’m going to use your holes anytime I want, Faye. Call it reparation for all the strife you have caused me.”

I closed my eyes at his words.

He was a fucking lunatic who was fucking me for the second time, and I didn't know who the fuck he was.

I panted through my nose as he began to move back and forth in slow, long thrusts. Each one became harder and faster until I could feel his balls slapping against me.

My legs ached from where he had me pinned down. I couldn't breathe or think a coherent thought as his thrusts sped up. I moaned as his body rubbed against my clit. As hard as I tried not to give in, I felt myself grow wet.

He thrust into me another few times before stopping. His cock was buried deep inside me, and he rotated his hips, hitting my insides from all angles.

He let out a chuckle, and I opened my eyes.

“Your pussy seems to like getting pounded. You're going to be like a little bitch in heat by the time I'm through with you.”

My eyes widened in horror at the thought, making him laugh again.

He leaned down and licked my lips.

“My dirty little whore,” he whispered before he began to thrust back and forth again. “A filthy slut with a wet cunt.”

He buried his face on my good side and started to ram himself back and forth inside me. I felt the slight edge of pain as well as the pleasure build up.

“My fucking cunt,” he growled into my ear.

I felt as if I couldn't breathe as he hammered against my body. Each downward thrust seemed to push the air out of my lungs.

I felt the beginning of my orgasm build up deep inside of me. I tried to move my legs and push against his shoulders, but that only seemed to incense him.

“Oh, no. You take my fucking cum,” he snarled into my ear.

I clenched my eyes shut as I felt my heart pounding against my chest. It happened so suddenly I forgot to breathe as my body stiffened, and my orgasm ripped through me at the same time as he slammed hard inside of me. My pussy gripped him tightly, and I vaguely heard him moan.

It wasn’t until I felt his hot cum spurt inside of me that I realised not only had he used me for his own selfish purposes, but he had made me cum against my will. I inhaled air through my nose and tried to breathe.

I let go of his shoulders, not wanting to touch him voluntarily.

The feeling of shame and humiliation coursed through me, making me feel sick. I barely felt him moving back and forth as he rocked himself lazily in and out of me.

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