Page 33 of Valentine's Miracle

His hand digs into my thighs as he keeps one of them spread while the other shaking against the soft caresses of his hair. I cry out at the pinch of pain when he snarls, nipping my clit between the dangers of his teeth. This power play is a sharp reminder that he is stronger, bigger, and he can do anything to me with the sole power of physical strength.

His tongue laps and taste my juices, thick fingers pull apart and spread my little cunt open. My hand reaches him and weakly pushes at his head, urging him to get away because my orgasm is just at the tip of my clit.

One strong suck and a rough thrust of his fingers, curling them up to rub against a knee-jerking spot that tumbles me over the edge. I groan, tears beading in the corner of my eyes as I tremble.

A helpless shudder runs and delightfully flicks my nipples on its journey to my spine. He relents, taking his fingers out and anchoring the heels of his feet on the bed with a kiss to my lips.

He dips his soaked fingers around his cock, coating his shaft with my juices, and the grunt from his lips is filthy. My cunt throbs with emptiness, desperate to be filled with his big cock.

It’s risky to have sex without a condom, and I voice it to him, “I-I don’t have a condom.”

“I don’t want one,” he says, clipped and glaring with offensiveness in the green of his eyes.

“But I’m not on anything.”

Whether it’s a good thing or not, I find out a second later when the twitch at the corner of his lips pulls into a satisfying smirk. A ragged and primal hunger rips through the lustful façade on his face, leaving a man struggling with filthy instinct and sinful intentions.

“You’re mine, Victoria. This is your one chance to back out or I will cum in your little cunt. I’m not going to pull out; I want to feel your tight pussy milk my big cock and drench in my cum.”

Denying him never crosses my mind. Something about being possessed and owned by Silas makes me sensitive to his hold over me, but it’s addicting to be wanted by this brute of a man.

I want him. “Please, be gentle. It’s been a while.”

He hisses, tapping the weeping head of his cock to my folds. The slick sound throws my heart in a mortified squeak at how wet I am. It’s embarrassing to be the one writhing on the bed while he has cool composure.

“I’m jealous,” he sneers, the tip slips in the tight hole. “I want to be your only.”

“You are,” I choke out, moaning as he thrusts his fat cock inside. The burn from the stretch dangles between pleasure and sore aching, and a faint sheen of sweat glistens on his burly chest.

“I’m your last,” he concludes with a harsh thrust.

There’s a powerful searing pain on my waist where his fingers have found a home against; his thick cock buries deep in my cunt and splits my small hole open with abandon. I wasn’t ready for him to be rough nor was I ever going to be prepared for the stretch that brings tears to my eyes.

“S-Silas! You’re too big—slow, go slow! Ah!”

I wrench my head back with a silent scream and with my neck exposed, he strikes with baring teeth and burning tongue. A thumb, calloused and cruel, press down on my clit. I twitch, crying with a broken moan as his hips pummel my small pussy.

He’s trying to dominate me, control every pulse of my clit with a skillful pinch, and forcing obedience over me as his cock meets my cunt with loud squelches.

His eyes narrow at me, a twitch of a sneer mimics the same cruelty on his fingers. This is the first time I have truly understood just how frightening Silas is, the implication in the power of his hands can render anyone to a stingless puppet.

I am one of them, albeit from a non-violent act.

“I’m going to—ah! Yes, yes, please—oh!”

I cum with a breathless wanton cry, soaking his cock with my coiling walls and trembling in a heap of pleasure.

“Fuck!” he snaps, teeth flashing and eyes unfocused as his feet anchor firmly on the bed. His hips rise and fuck me in a deeper angle, thrumming my redden clit with relentless fingers and using me like a rag doll to milk his cock.

Cum spills from my snuggly stuffed hole, drooling on the bed as I lay there with the aftershocks of my orgasm. I moan, sighing as his cock jerks and sprays my cunt with more thick cum. The viscous slick coats every piece of skin on us as I laugh lightly when the lights flicker on.

“Oh, the lights are back.”

Silas leans down, biting my lips and scoffing. “Did you think we were done?”

“Yes?” I hesitantly answer.

His cock pulses. “We aren’t.”

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