Page 16 of The Demon of Detroit

He lifts his hand to his mouth. It’s soaked all the way to his palm and he runs his tongue along the fingers that penetrated me. He laps and slurps until they’re sucked clean of my juices.

“Now you’re ready,” he says. He gets onto his knees and grabs my legs. With a hard tug in opposite directions, he parts them before moving in between them. His cock bounces, and as my imagination played out, the massive head hits my clit. It makes my entire body rattle.

“I am.” I finally find my words. “I’m so ready for you. Take me, do whatever you have to. Make me yours.”

Harker presses two fingers between my folds and exposes my hole by making a V with them. He shoves his free hand to the base of his cock and gets a firm grip on it. He’s trying hard to move slowly, to make sure I’m at ease, but I can see the animalistic glint in his eyes.

He doesn’t have control over what he’s doing. He’s lost himself to the primal beast who laid dormant for so damn long.

Harker moves his hips and, with it, the tip of his cock, finds its way to my entrance. It barely touches my skin and he lets out a loud, howling roar.

“I’ll try to go slow,” he says, unable to keep his breathing steady.

I want to tell him he doesn’t have to. That he can go fast and make the pain come and go just as quickly, but I can’t speak. My head is empty apart from my anticipation.

He nudges his hips forward, and the fat brim of his hood glides between my folds. My legs hook around his hips, and my feet find a perch on the small of his back. I moan a mix of delight and agony as his cock starts to split me open.

“You’re so fucking tight. It’s so fucking good.” Another slight adjustment of his lower body has him sink deeper.

I wince, tears flooding my eyes, and Harker comes to a complete stop. It’s only the head, but it’s already way too much for me. The pressure is an overwhelming mix of torture and perfection.

Fuck it. There’s no point in delaying the inevitable. Using my leverage and legs around his hips, I pull his lower body forward. He wasn’t expecting it. He crumbles forward, and his shaft sinks inside of me.

Harker’s groans are enough to show his pleasure. Mine, as he said, are a mix of rapturous satisfaction and sharp, intense pain.

“Are you okay?” he asks, cupping my face with the hand that spread my pussy lips. I turn my face into it, running my tongue along his soaked digits. The taste of myself on him feels so good and filthy.

“I’m more than okay,” I mutter. “I’m over the fucking moon. Now, fuck me, Harker. Do it. We’ve gotten past the hard part. Destroy me.”

I watch his face contort into a devilish grin.

“Your wish is my command.”

Harker gets a firm grip on my hips. And even though I gave him permission to do as he pleases, he still starts with gentle, precise thrusts. It still hurts, but every motion of his hips gets me used to the insane size of his cock.

And sooner than I expected, all pain melts away into pure gratification. My muscles tense and a knot forms in my belly. It’s light to start, but with every thrust, it becomes more intense. I can’t hold back the noises leaving my lips. Choked, guttural sounds, moans, groans, frantic attempts to heave oxygen into my lungs.

There’s no controlling any of it. Harker is in the driver’s seat, but every time his cock makes it deeper inside of me, I can see him losing control. His eyes are the perfect tell. They lose their bright luster of sanity, replaced by the beast dwelling inside. He snarls and roars as he destroys my little pussy.

Both of us want to speak, I’m sure. Express how amazing we feel. How wild it’s driving us. All those beautiful things. But we can’t. We’ve been reduced to caveman grunts and utterances of half-words that disappear into the symphony of slapping flesh.

But it’s Harker who finds his voice first. His hands find my breast, and he squeezes my nipples between his fingers. His eyes widen, and he struggles to start. Finally, in a thunderous roar, he shouts, “I can’t hold back, Penelope. I’m going to explode.”

“Do it.” It comes out croaky. “Come inside of me.”

“I’m going to fill your virgin womb. Make you mine.”

His hips start bucking more intensely. The full length of his shaft glides out of me before he slams it back inside my hole, and he slips a hand between us, teasing my clit, making my whole body tense.

“I am yours,” I whimper. “And yours alone.”

It’s those words that send him over the edge, dragging me along with him. With his firm grasp on my hips, he pulls me into one last thrust, and I see stars. His cock twitches against my walls, and he releases his hot seed inside my pussy while I pulsate around him.

He collapses on top of me, panting and heaving. His hands find the top of my head, and our lips lock in a fiery embrace.

I knew it would be amazing, but I couldn’t have imagined how good this would really be. I lock my arms around his shoulder, feeling my pussy tighten around his throbbing erection.

“Myqueen,” he whispers into my mouth. “Mine, and mine alone.”

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