Page 55 of The Circus

She blinks up at me, drool dribbling over her bottom lip as my hold on her cheeks grows more firm and demanding by the second. In the next breath, she glares, shaking her head in an attempt to free herself of my unyielding grip, but it’s of no use. “I’ll be nice and give you to the count of ten to decide.”

She tries to stand, but she’s still pinned by the weathered, tilted headstone.

“One.”

She mumbles an incoherent string of slurs, and I grin wickedly.

“Two.”

She tries to spit on me, but it only slips down her chin.

“Three.”

“Argh!” she whines in sheer frustration, tears forming in her eyes.

“Four.”

My voice is deep, as ominous as the black clouds on the horizon. She beats her little fists against my thighs, but the small amount of pain only ignites me further. I relish a good fight.

“Five,” I hiss, releasing her jaw and bringing my cock to her puffy, parted lips. When she glares up at me this time, true fear is there, eyes welling with tears that slip over and slide down her red cheeks. I shiver in pleasure at the sight. She begins to shake in my grasp, her tiny pink nipples stiff, goosebumps littering her precious skin.

“Six,” I seethe. She must understand I am utterly serious and takes me at my word, opening her mouth, but only a little. “There’s a good girl.”

I rub the tip of my cock over her lips, tracing the O shape and leaving a glistening trail of my precum behind. She whimpers, eyes flicking from my cock to my face and back.

“You were naughty,” I say breathlessly, fully sinking into the sick freak I am at my core. “And naughty girls get punished.”

I push the head of my cock into her warm, wet mouth and groan, nearly coming then and there. I’m about to fuck the woman I’m obsessed with in a crumbling graveyard, and no other fantasy will ever top this.

“Take a deep breath,” I warn. She sucks in, but before she can get a full amount of air, I thrust my cock into her mouth and down her throat, pinching her nose with one hand and gripping the back of her skull with the other. She flails against me, gagging and lurching, but I pound into her, fucking her throat raw as ecstasy sings through my veins. Her wet little mouth and tight throat on my huge cock has me seething in an erotic sort of rage, the power I wield over her in this moment as addictive as heroin.

“Fuck,” I hiss. Her struggling becomes more and more futile, her eyes roll back, and I release her nose and wrench my cockout, giving her a reprieve. A line of foamy spit connects us, and she drags in ragged breaths through what I am sure is a raw throat. Crouching until we are eye level, I grin dangerously at her as she pants and cries. “My little Eden. I’m about to fucking destroy you.”

Her chest heaves, her breaths echoing through the woods as more thunder sounds in the distance. Someday, I want her to swallow my cum, but right now, I need to sink into her tight cunt again. Twisting her around until she’s on all fours, her fingers digging into the fragrant, moist dirt atop the grave, I line the head of my cock to her entrance. She’s fucking dripping, she’s so wet, and I laugh mirthlessly.

“Teddy,” she whimpers. I feel nothing at the sound of her voice, because I’m too far gone at this moment. The voices demand a sacrifice, and she is it on the altar of the dead.

“Teddy isn’t here right now,” I hiss, and slam into her. She rocks forward with the painful thrust and screams, but I give her no time to adjust to my length and girth, not like last night.

Last night was the beginning of twisted, obsessive love.

Today is the brutal marking and claiming of a woman that will only ever be mine.

Her cunt ripples against my cock as if stroking it, and I groan again, leaving myself planted so deeply in her that I’ve found her cervix. Biting back the urge to come right now and paint her womb with my seed, I slowly ease out as she whimpers.

“I warned you,” I swear, slamming back in as she cries out. “Not to play with fire.”

The sound of her laughter as she sprinted away from me in the woods makes me shiver anew in delight. She likes to play, and I like to dominate. I ease out again, head cocked to the side to get a better view of my dick in her little pussy. My hands smooth over the pale globes of her ass, my fingers sinking into her muscle with the intent to leave bruises behind.

She moans, the sound mingled with the pain I know I’m giving her, and I can’t help but grin. A raindrop pelts my sweltering cheek, the first of many to come, and my hands snake their way to her bony hips as I hold her to me, slowly easing back in, fascinated as I watch my cock disappear into her.

Thunder crashes through the trees and echoes between the mountains, and I know we don’t have much time.

“Grab the headstone, baby,” I demand breathlessly, enraptured as I leisurely pull out again, this time until just the head of my cock resides in her cunt. She’s soaked me, my dick shimmering in her juices, and she begins to tremble.

She does as I command, reaching up, arching her back, my eyes trailing along her spine and committing this vision of ecstasy to memory. Shaking, her dirt-coated fingers wrap around the worn edges of the nameless headstone, and she turns her head to peek at me over her shoulder, her violet eyes as stormy as the skies above.

“You like hurting me,” she hisses, both an accusation and a discovery. Bending, I press a kiss to her shoulder, our eyes locked as my lips linger on her soft skin.

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