Page 27 of In Love with the Devil

I can't believe what he's expecting of me. My only response is another whimper.

“Astoria,” he warns in a terrifying growl.

I open my legs, dig my toes into the carpet and bounce, my pussy crashing down on his fist holding the dildo. The fucking takes so much effort and concentration, especially because he keeps pushing it deeper and I know he won’t approve of me stopping. The flicking of my own clit becomes an automatic motion that my mind controls subconsciously, making it even more delicious.The incoming climax is already so intense that I’m scared I’m going to die from it. I wince. My insides clench onto the dildo. The course ridges on it hurt my walls. I sound as if I’m choking, but I can’t help it.

There’s no more room inside me, yet it slips deeper. Brutal ripples of pleasure tear my entire body apart, shaking wails and fat tears out of me. I stand with my legs fully extended on the tip of my toes, quaking violently, pulling away from the dildo as he slams it into me at the fastest speed. Everything is incomprehensible. Saliva slips out of my mouth because I’ve forgotten to swallow. I’m the definition of ugly crying as my hips swing, unable to take anymore.I know what he wants. He wants my body to gush like the first time.It's why he will continue shoving it into me and there’s nothing I can do to dissuade him.

“Ju–Ahhh!” My shaking, loud cry fills the room. “Please. Please. Please.” I’m going to have a heart attack. My body is moving chaotically on its own, contracting, trying everything to run away from the intensity of still being fucked so savagely after a climax.

It's just pure pain now.I'm on the verge of losing my mind. He stops, releases me, and I collapse on the bed then slide off.

“Okay, little bird. Okay. I forgive you.” I'm not fully present but, I know it’s the first time he calls me little bird tonight.

I want to believe this means I’ve paid for my sins, but I know better.The dildo remains deep inside me. The room fills with the sound of my long desperate gasps for air while I kneel beside the bed as if I were praying. Perhaps that's what I should do, attempt to pray him away. Instead, I’m sobbing violently, running away from reality in my mind and failing miserably. "Please." In my debilitated, dizzy state, an overwhelming need for comfort and reassurance adds to my torture. “Julian, please. Please... I–can’t,” I manage to whisper between my trembling breath and weeping.

Julian walks around the bed. When I finally lift my cheek from the mattress it's as if time slows down. He unbuckles his belt, and allows his unbuttoned pants and his underwear to fall. Then takes off his T-shirt. I'm frozen by the terror but also the beauty. The man is pure muscle and his cock... There’s a tattoo of an anatomical heart on his chest. I’m mesmerized by it and can’t look away. Did he get it because he doesn’t really have one? As my eyes travel down the length of him, I swallow deep.There's no way I will survive.

He climbs onto the bed, still wearing the mask he always wears. Time returns to its normal speed and I back away.Within seconds, he's kneeling over the edge, looking down at me. “You’ll take whatever I give and however much of it I give you. Come here,” he growls. He drags me by my upper arms onto the bed.

I scream with all my might, trying to pull free, dreading what he will put me through next while my pussy still throbs around the girth of the come-covered dildo.I yelp as he drags me closer, until he's on his shins and my mouth is inches away from his balls.My gaze moves up to meet his. Two black holes stare back at me as he jerks his dick.

"Julian. Please don't hurt me. I beg you."

I taste the wet saltiness on the tip of his cock as he slides it on my lips. He’s only rubbed the tip on my lips before. I thought that was disgusting but I guess there's always a worse hell to experience. So when he shoves it into my mouth and it reaches my throat, I’m paralyzed.

“Take it.”

I try to get used to it blocking my airway, but I can't breathe and I'm gagging. I push against him only for him to take both my wrists. He begins to swing his pelvis, fucking my mouth. I don’t want this. All that comes out of me is the occasional whimper and panting.

“I said take it!” he yells, pushing himself deeper and I gag even more.

He reaches for the dildo and fucks me with it. As he fucks me with the dildo he keeps repeating, "Mine. You're all mine. All fucking mine." The sheer force pulls my tears out. I try to run away but that only pushes more of the dildo into me. Hoping to placate him, I suck his cock faster, harder while straining my eyes to look up at his reaction. The dual penetration overwhelms me into feeling as if I'm about to have an outer body experience.

"Mine. You're all mine." His panting accompanies his words as I suck him to the best of my abilities.

How can the worse thing that's ever happen to me feel so good at the same time? Knowing he’s watching me spreads an uncontrollable heat throughout me. I find a manageable way to suck his cock as it thrusts into my throat.My cheeks burn at the realization that my body is enjoying all of it. What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Jesus Christ… I didn't think you'd be so good at this.” It’s almost a growl, but the pleasure and words are clear. “Open your legs. Show me how much you love having both your holes fucked.”

I do as I’m told and fold my knees to the sides. In this position, the dildo feels twice as thick but it’s easier for me to swing back and forth by resting the weight on my knees. His other palm cups the back of my head, pulling me, wanting more. My clit throbs and I have to resist touching myself. I don’t want to confirm with my actions what he already knows, that my body is swimming in the violent ecstasy. The frustration from not satisfying my craving draws a cry from me, making him fist my hair, pulling it so hard it hurts. With his other hand, he pushes the dildo deep into me again. I scream and sob, not having expected him to be filling two of my orifices at the same time. With his dick deep inside, a shaking, muffled cry breaks out of me. He waits. I know he’s watching my reaction, taking me in. My saliva and tears wet his groin and inner thighs.

Of course, I push, scratch, and slap him. I go berserk, desperate for oxygen, but that only makes him move so that he can fuck my throat deeper. The pain becomes excruciating. I can’t take it. It’s like a punch to my throat with every thrust. I doubt I’ll be able to talk after. With such brutal force, my scratches automatically get more aggressive, drawing blood from his thighs, but it only increases his aggression. Black blotches float in the air, filling more and more of my vision and I lose all strength.

"Mine. You're all mine. All. Fucking. Mine!"

My heart is slamming in my ears too loudly.This is it. This is when he kills me. I’m taking the thrusts of his cock into my mouth, and from the dildo into my ever-so-willing pussy. He’s panting and grunting, sounding like a rabid, psychotic animal, using my holes to release his rage. He fucks me even faster, harder in both holes, until his cock, still deep in my throat, engorges, expanding me. I can’t breathe at all. By the time hereleases me, I don’t have the strength to move.I’m only half conscious when his dick twitches, pouring into and overfilling my throat and mouth. I move my head, not wanting to drown on his come, but he holds me there. His entire body jolts, shakes, and he only takes it out when it’s limp.

Like roadkill, I lie on the bed, come slithering out of my mouth, and fall into a comforting darkness.

The rope digs so harshly into my skin that my own whimper at it wakes me. I swallow the little come that's in my mouth. When I open my eyes, I realize I’m lying on my back in the middle of the bed. He must have moved me. My legs are held apart by a metal bar. The more I try to close them, the more the bar separates them. Our gazes meet. I hear a buzzing sound before I feel the vibrator against my clit. I scream and my butt jumps from the bed, unable to take the power of it.

It’s too much, too fast.

No matter how much I pull and fight to get away, he continues holding the vibrator against me, then thrusts it into me. My legs are so far apart now I can feel the tendon on my thigh about to tear. "Jul–"

"One," his gruff voice sounds.

The vibration is so fast and powerful, it spreads through my entire body. There's not an inch of me that can stay still. My eyes flutter closed.

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