Page 9 of In Love with the Devil

"Yes. Take it, baby. Take it." I'm panting and pushing a little harder with every thrust, anxious to open her.

"Sing for me, pretty bird,” I breathe into her ear, unable to believe how perfect she is. It’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of, her tight, unwilling wet pussy resisting, even attempting to push me out, her crying and her perfect soft body mixed with the helplessness. Now I just want the pain to be so bad that she’ll overcome her drugged state and beg me to stop in every way possible. God, she feels amazing, so wet, yet her tightness pulls my cock into her, almost hurting me. I love it.

“Please,” she begs.

I kiss her. “More, pretty bird. You look and sound so beautiful when you sing.” I'm balls deep in her when she tries to fight me. I laugh at her failed attempt to raise her arm. I push her leg up to give us both more room, then quicken my pace.

“Take it, Astoria. Take all of it.” I keep repeating. Between the pain and my lack of mercy, she can’t help but moan loudly at every thrust, begging me to stop, just like I wanted.

"Please… Stop."

“That’s it, little bird. Keep singing for me.”

A memory of Molly almost passing out from me fucking her flashes through my mind and my balls grow heavy. Astoria’s pleading gets more frequent and desperate; tears trailing from her closed eyes, the permanent anguished wince on her face, the loud crying, her back lifting off the mattress.“Please… st-stop.”

I fall in love with her trembling bottom lip and suck hard on it. With my hands fisting her hair, making her chin point up to me, I say through my gritted teeth, “That’s it pretty bird. Keep singing and taking me.” The fact that she’s fighting and begging this much, despite the drug, shows me how excruciating the pain is. Perfect. "You're perfect, Astoria."

I’m not only watching her suffer, I can feel her tensing on my cock, shaking, trying to move away and failing. My heart slams against my chest because of the ecstasy and thrill of it; scaring me into thinking I may have my first heart attack.

“I’m never going to let you go. I’m never gonna stop, my sweet girl.” I vow in between kisses and panting. Then I suck on her left nipple. Her body relaxes and her pussy becomes a soaking mess. “You like that, pretty bird? Yeah, I know you do.”I chuckle.

She doesn’t respond, but she’s still panting. In seeking the sound she spills when she's in pain, I rush and fuck her harder. She cries, her right hand rises, then falters as if it's too heavy. “From now on, you’re gonna come no matter which hole I’m fucking, no matter how much it hurts. You’re going to beg me to fill all of those pretty, tight holes with my come, because you’re mine, pretty bird, all mine.”

When her hands rise again, I pin them above her, pounding into her relentlessly, eager to fill her with my come, to baptize her as mine. Every slam into her jerks my cock with such force that it hurts me too. But I love the pain, knowing hers is at least ten times worse. Besides, I love knowing she’s hurting me because she’s been waiting for me for too long. She wails with every thrust. I’m fucking her like a savage, with absolutely nohesitancies, empathy, or consideration, her body bobbing and crashing against mine.

“Julian.” She whimpers.She’s breathing too fast, likely having a panic attack. Phenomenal. As beautiful as a supernova.

It’s been too long since I’ve felt like this–to have a delicious pussy to fuck and hurt, a mind to play with and destroy. She’ll have my fingerprints in black and blue on her skin by the morning. I don’t give a fuck. What gets me is the beauty of all the tear trails, the contortion on her face as she endures my cock over-stretching her pussy, and her trying to take it so that I can have my pleasure.

The pin pricks, and spasms roll through me hard and fast. I curve my back to push deep into her where she's the most snug when my cock twitches, spurting come again and again into her. A sound I've never made before escapes me. It's a mix of a loud groan and a roar. "Fuck!" I yell while she's sob.

I grow dizzy. The climax is so strong that I struggle to breathe. My tears rain down on her chest and tail down to her neck. We are both covered in sweat. I kiss her lips, pinch her nose and suck on her tongue. I’d never kissed anyone else, not even Molly. I’d always excused it as something I wanted to do after we married.Astoria is my first.

My cock pulsates deep inside her, gushing the last of my come. I leave it there, wishing I could stay forever, but eventually it slips out of her, limp. It wasn’t enough, but I hadn't planned for any of this to happen today, so it will have to do… for now.

I wish I could fuck her to death.

Holding her legs open wide, I watch my come slowly ooze from her. Taking some of it on my forefinger to paint her lips with it, so that I’m the first thing she tastes when she wakes up. When I look again and see more slipping out, I lick my lips, stick my two fingers into her pussy and then push them in her asshole.

“I’m everywhere inside you now, pretty bird,” I whisper into her ear. “I’ll see you again soon. Please be careful. Take care of yourself.”

Chapter four

Pretty

Astoria

My vibrating phone wakes me with a start. I almost jump off the bed to get it but I can't help gasp at all the aches and pain through my body. Then I realize, I'm completely naked. Where the hell are my panties? I never sleep without them on. The dreams I had last night avalanche into my consciousness. A stranger came into my room and fucked me in my nightmare. I begged him not to. My pussy is so sore and wet, but that must be from yesterday’s tests. My tits are also sore and swollen, hurting as if I were about to get my period. The phone vibrates again. I grab it from the nightstand.

“Hi, Mom.”

“Tory, I’ve been calling you all day and night. Where the hell have you been?” She almost yells, making me wince.

“Oh. Mom, please stop screaming. I have a horrible headache.”

“Did you go out drinking?”

“No. I just–I had a bad day yesterday. Is something wrong? Do you need anything?”

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