Page 72 of Demons

Clenching my teeth, I tried to keep my head straight.

“Please, Thatcher,” she pleaded, opening wider.

Motherfucker.

The hard slap I delivered this time was loud.

Her nails dug into my arms, and her knees buckled. “AH! More!”

Jesus Christ. She was getting off on it. My sweet, innocent little Capri liked having her pussy slapped. The knowledge triggered something, and I wasn’t sure it was good. She wasn’t supposed to want this. Having my tongue lick her cunt was gonna be pleasurable for her. But this was different.

“Capri,” I said in a hard tone.

She needed to stop this.

Her eyelashes fluttered as she stared up at me through the rain shower over our heads. “Just a little more. Harder,” she panted.

I lowered my head, narrowing my eyes to stare into her grey ones. “Good girls—virgins—don’t want their pussy slapped hard,” I said through clenched teeth.

Her tongue darted out, licking the water from her lips. “How would you know? Have you asked them?”

She let out a yelp, and I realized my fingers were digging into her hip. I eased my hold and took a deep breath, but I didn’t get it all the way in before her soft, dainty hand wrapped around my cock. I choked on the oxygen I’d been trying to inhale and slammed my palm against the stone wall behind her head.

“What the fuck, Capri?!” I roared as my dick throbbed like a damn beast.

“I want to feel it,” she said, sliding her hand down it. “It’s thick and veiny.” She ran her thumb over the head and jerked. “And here, the skin is so soft even though it’s hard.” Her hand ran to the bottom, where the bar was pierced through, and she gasped.

I wanted to tell her to stop touching it. To back away. That she was waking something she nor I could control. But I couldn’t form words. Not when I stood there, looking down at her hand on me. Brushing her fingers over the piercing, then the head. She began to massage my damn slit, and I hit the wall again and let out a snarling sound I didn’t recognize. She had to stop.

“Does that hurt?” she asked.

I knew her eyes were on my face, but tearing my own off the sight of her stroking me was impossible. She had me transfixed.

“No,” I grunted.

It didn’t fucking hurt, but I was slipping. My sanity was going fast, and the harder I clawed at it to hang on, the slipperier it got. I had to stop her. Make her let go.

“Can I lick it?”

A dark unhinging happened in my head, and I snapped my head up to look at her face. That innocence no longer seemed like something I had to protect. Not from me. I owned it. This belonged to me. When her eyes widened with a fleck of fear in them, it only fed me more.

Yeah, little doll, you woke the fucking demons.

Grabbing her waist, I picked her up and backed her up against the wall. Her legs wrapped around me, and that fast, unsteady breathing she was doing made me want to laugh. I moved her down until I felt the hot, tight hole that I was gonna own.

I reached down and grabbed my cock, then ran it over her slit. She made a small whimper.

“That’s it, little doll. It’s big, isn’t it?” I taunted as I ran it over her pussy lips. “And your cunt is tiny. But you wanted fucked. If someone is going to hurt this sweet pussy, it’s gonna be me.”

“Thatcher,” she breathed, her nails biting into my shoulders.

I liked that. Leave marks, little doll.

I didn’t wait for her to say more. Mostly because I no longer held my control. She’d snapped it. Leaning down near her ear, I chuckled. Hearing the demented sound only made my cock throb harder.

“You wanted it,” I whispered in her ear. “Then, take it!”

I slammed into her, knowing in the back of my mind that I’d hate myself for this when I was sane again.

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