Page 105 of In Love with the Devil

“That’s it, little bird, squeeze me.” He spreads my cheeks and slams deeper, pulling a whimper out of me. “You missed it.”

“Yes.”

“You want more?”

“Yes.”

He fucks me harder, each penetration pulling a scream out of me until it becomes too good, too intense. My clit throbs for him, for more. My entire body coils around his slippery, thick, long cock. I can’t still it. It slams into me as it pleases while massaging, stretching, and breaking me. I bite down on my bottom lip, resisting coming, not breathing, violently shaking.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it, that’s it. Come!”

No!I don’t want to because I know he’ll keep fucking me and it will be torturous. I resist.

“Now!” he demands.

I explode at the same time the dildo in my pussy starts moving, fast.

"Oh fuck!" My screams followed by wailing overfill the cell.

“Fuck! Yes!” he yells and pummels my spasming ass. The intensity turns into torture, pulling violent wailings out of me. But their speed only increases.

“Julian!” I screech.

“Sing for me, pretty bird. I can’t come unless you sing for me. You know that.”

His voice sounds helpless, sending a heat through me. Despite him tying me up and torturing me like this, he still needs me to do something for him, to alleviate his cravings. His desperate tone in combination with the consistent, fast, hard penetrationmakes my pussy gush. I’m squirting for the longest time ever. My ass convulses on his dick again.

“God, I forgot how good your ass is at milking cock.”

My sobbing comes out in a long moan as if I were humming a song. “Daddy–” I whisper, desperate for him to finish.

Both he and the machine fuck me faster, harder and I can’t help but tighten and shake, my butt moving from side to side, my thigh still sending shooting, scorching pain. “Ahh!”

“Sing little bird, now.”

“Daddy, please come. Please. Daddy–!” The desperation in my echoing scream is deafening. I know Julian thrives on that. “Daddy. Come inside my ass, please. Please.”

“You really want it, pretty bird?”

Pretty bird…I needed to hear him call me that. His voice vocalizing the nickname melts my heart. Suddenly the excruciating intensity becomes delicious and I want nothing more than to please him, to hear him say it again. My eyes roll back as another orgasm tightens my insides.

“Julian!” I scream, desperate, not wanting to come again.

“Give it to me, pretty bird. Give it to me.”

I pant. “Julian, please come. Come, please. Please–”

Why isn't it working? Usually, when I beg him like this he finishes? I can't take it anymore. His moans become whimpers that send electric currents through me. I unwillingly tighten, the orgasm approaching. This time instead of screaming, I sob. Feeling defeated. There's no end in sight to this psychotic depravity.

“Daddy… please. I want your come… in my ass, please. Plea–se!”

His cock engorges, then jolts inside me and his hot come comforts me by warming and filling me, and letting me know it’s over. But Julian never stops until his dick is dead, so for a few excruciating seconds, I have to endure the tearing of my asshole while listening to the churning of his come with his last savage, incoherent thrusts. Holding my ass cheeks wide open, he pulls out while his come leaks out of me with every spasm. I’m gasping, and shaking, missing him inside me and wanting to die before he does it again.

Please, God, don’t let him do it again.

My entire body hurts, especially the branding, but what has me the most desperate for him now is that it’s been too long since I last went to the bathroom. I feel like a fishbowl holding all my urine in my bladder. It hurts so much I can’t help but weep.

“Julian!” I know he probably can’t hear me. “I need to pee. Please.” A few minutes pass before I hear the distant iron door, then his steps.

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