Page 74 of Vicious

“Admit it,” I repeat. “I’m going to keep going until you fucking admit it!”

Her wailing gets louder, more desperate, and she shakes her head. “No! I don’t! I don’t I don’t I don’t!”

I drop the paddle, my arm unsteady, and close the distance between us again. I run my hand over her heated skin and between her folds once more, rubbing insistently. “Just fucking admit it, Ah-May!”

May is a sobbing mess, but instead of finding a way to make it stop, she just shakes her head again and again. She tries to speak but chokes on whatever words she was going to utter.

I pull my hand away from her pussy and bring it down in a hard slap against her cunt.

Her entire body jerks as she shrieks in agony, but it doesn’t make me stop. I do it again, and again, until she finally yells, “Ch-Cha?—”

I pause with my hand against her cunt. “Admit it,” I whisper roughly. “Tell me how much this gets you off.”

“Can’t,” she wheezes. “Can’t. Please. Can’t.” She whines when I trail my fingers along her slick pussy, against her clit. “Can’t, please.”

“You can,” I answer. “I can feel it. Your pussy is so hot and wet.” I thrust a finger inside her, and she clenches, her walls tightening and convulsing around it. “Look how much you want it.”

May whimpers and sobs, going still even though I can tell she wants to press against me. “Yes,” she whispers raggedly. “I… I do… Now stop, pl-please.”

I groan and push the waistband of my sweats down further. I stroke myself a few more times, but I’m already as hard as I can get. I line myself up and drag the tip of my cock between her folds.

“Say you want it. Say you want me,” I demand.

She whines again, and I realize she’s just as out of control as I am. “Please!” she pleads with me. “I… Chase…” With a ragged whimper, she lifts her ass, putting her cunt on perfect display for me. “Fuck… fuck me…”

Fuck, she’s perfect. I grip her hips and thrust into her warm, slick cunt. She lets out another long wail, but she tries to meet my movements, too. I pull out, while her cunt clenches as if to keep me in there, then thrust back in harder.

It’s wild and completely raw, no finesse at all. I just pound into her, pouring all my feelings into this moment, the rage and anger and hurt.

Pleasure ramps up, making it even harder for me to coordinate, but it doesn’t matter. It’s fine if it’s messy and sloppy, if I accidentally hurt her. She moans harder, even, when I grip her bruised ass and push down on the reddened skin.

Her cries have turned from pain to pleasure, and every sound she makes is another moan of encouragement. She may not have said in words that she wants me, and her apology may have been coerced, but this? This is more primal, more believable, than anything she could’ve uttered.

And when she comes around me? My vision whites out as lightning strikes, as her clenching and clutching and wailing all comes to a head and she tightens like a vise as I begin to spill into her.

Blood and tears, sobs and moans, pleasure and pain—it all coalesces into a single perfect moment, and I fuck her in stuttering thrusts as it all rages through me like the feelings that had led up to this moment.

I come down slowly, still inside of her, still clutching her mottled ass, when my awareness returns.

I lean forward and kiss the back of her neck. Her entire body trembles with her sobs.

“Better?” I whisper, trailing a gentle hand down her side.

May is still crying softly, and she hesitates for long enough to where I think she might not answer—long enough for me to start getting agitated again. But then she nods, rasping out, “I’m sorry.”

I reluctantly pull out of her, kissing her back as I do. I run my hands over her overheated ass and watch in fascination as my cum trickles out of her hole.

I squat down and lick her hole, not caring that I taste my own cum. May whimpers and shifts. “Please… Please, Chase, I can’t… I can’t do more.”

I nod and kiss her pussy before moving to undo the cuffs. She doesn’t move at all when she’s freed, and I have to guide her off the bench.

We both slide to the floor, May nestled in my arms. Her face is blotchy, and her eyes are red from the tears.

She’s wrecked and filthy and absolutely beautiful.

Shuddering, she buries her face against me after a moment, her breathing gradually slowing as she rests against me. She doesn’t speak, doesn’t move, doesn’t do anything at all.

May just lets me hold her in the aftermath of our fighting and fucking, and it’s more than that. She’s not just letting me. She’s actively seeking comfort from me, and I don’t know what to make of that.

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