Page 97 of Stitches

She struggled beneath me, making it hard to push into her body. Her struggle became violent, lending me a sense of relief I couldn’t explain if I tried. I managed to get her nightgown off, revealing her naked body before I slammed her hands back against the mattress, distracting her. With a groan, I forced my way into her tight pussy.

Her body tensed at the sudden, painful intrusion as I burrowed deep inside her without giving her time to adjust to me.

She quaked beneath me as I pulled out and slammed back into her pussy.

I knew it hurt. I wasn’t a small guy, and she was absolutely fucking tiny and tight. Railing repeatedly into her trembling body made me feel powerful. In charge.

“I-I’m sorry.” I slowed to a stop and released her hands. “I don’t want to hurt you—”

She reached out and twisted her fingers in my shaggy dark hair and met my lips in a brutal kiss that made me groan out her name, our tongues tangling with one another.

“I-I want you to hurt me,” she said fiercely. “Fuck me like a monster, Malachi. I want it all from you.”

Her words were my undoing.

She was my perfect little nightmare, and I was too fucked in the head to want to wake up.

With a snarl, I shifted, bringing her with me until her ass was off the bed and my hands were tight on her hips as I fucked into her tight pussy. She was so small and pliable that I could maneuver her however I wanted. Her tits jostling from my rough brand of love turned me on even more.

Seeing her fingers tangled in my bedsheet as she clung to it made me positively insane.

I flipped her onto her stomach and shoved back into her before I fisted her hair and continued my brutal assault.

She tried to get away from me, but I pushed her flat onto the bed and used my weight to pin her there as I continued fucking her.

“You’re a bad girl, aren’t you, angel?” I choked out against her ear. “You’re my little demon sent straight from hell to make me spread my monster wings, aren’t you?”

“Y-Yes,” she choked out.

“Fuck.” I slammed into her harder, tugging her head back so I could kiss her lips. When that didn’t satisfy me, I flipped her back over and sucked her tongue into my mouth, delighted in how her breasts pushed against my chest with every one of her heaving breaths.

I kissed her jaw. Her neck. Her tits. Sucking. Licking. Tasting.

I was a madman who’d finally lost control.

She wanted me despite it all.

And fuck, I was hers.

Her nails tore down my back as she came, her pussy spasming around my cock, her pretty face twisted in ecstasy.

It was my undoing.

I completely blew, filling her sweet pussy with everything I had, groaning out her name.

Breathless, I rested my forehead against hers.

“Welcome back, Stitches,” she murmured before she went completely silent on me.

I kissed her sweet lips slowly. Gently.

“I love you,” I whispered against them. “My angel. My perfect little demon.”

Her lips curled up into a smile as she pressed her lips to mine once more.

These fuckers had definitely messed with the wrong monster.

Dear God. If you’re listening, I’m about to do some really bad things. Forgive me.

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