Page 50 of In Love with the Devil

When I can’t wait a minute more, I spread her ass, spit and she gasps, her whole body going rigid, waking up to my cock slipping right into her but she doesn’t resist. My dick fits perfectly in her hot come-filled ass. The sound of my come moving inside her with every thrust, draws my moans. I place my weight on my knees with my body covering all of hers and my hands hooking from under to her shoulders, fucking the deepest of her while her panting trembles.

“Open your cheeks so I can get in deeper.”

When she obeys I praise her. “Good girl. You finally understand, Astoria? This asshole is mine.” I lift myself from her to watch her. “All mine.”

“Yes.”

If only she knew how magnificent she looks, holding her cheeks like this, taking every plunge, submitting to me completely by breathing that word while sounding so Goddamn helpless. I go feral. “Say it.”

“Julian, please come. Please–”

I groan and fuck her harder, faster. “You think I can’t tell you like it, pretty bird?”

“No… No… No,” she repeats again and again throughout the whole act.

"You needed this."

"No."

"You love it. Love feeing my dick filling that hole, like this." I slowly push all of it in. She whimpers. "Feeling it stretch you." I pull all of it to the rim of the hole where she puckers and opens playing with the tip. "Yeah."

Her “no’s” devolve into a blubbering mess and I drink them as her body shows what a dirty liar she is.Keep saying it, baby. Yes. Keep denying it just like that.

"Oh God."

"Yes. Let me feel it. You dirty slut!"

"N–no–oh God–oh God!" This time her orgasm is so violent that she screams a long, trembling cry throughout all of it.

I won. Again.

I can tell it hurts too much this time so I come soon after.

“Hold it, pretty bird,” I say, watching her asshole spasming. It’s distended now, looking even hungrier for more.

I repeat the act twice more. Each time, she comes quicker. I end up falling asleep on top of her, exhausted.

“Sit up, Astoria. It’s time for your meal,” I say when I wake up.

No response.

I give her a minute to collect herself while I pick up her tray. When I return, she’s still in the same position, doing the same thing, breathing heavily and shaking. I attempt to turn her over, but she resists.

“Astoria,” I warn.The silent treatment didn't end well for her last time. What the hell is she thinking?

“Julian. For once in your life. Leave me alone. I-I can’t eat right now. Everything hurts! Don’t you get that? You got what you wanted. You hurt me. Now please just leave!” She’s sobbing, but the rage in her tone is undeniable.

“I brought you a gift–”

“I don’t care about your gift! Leave!”

Chapter twenty

The Dream

Astoria

Despite my exhaustion, it takes time for me to fall asleep after he leaves. Not only because I'm wondering how he will punish me but also because again, he tore my insides. It hurts so much.

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