Page 85 of Good Girl

Open-mouthed, he laps and sucks at my entrance like a man dying of thirst. I squirm, my mouth hanging open at the sensation. His tongue thrusts in and out, then lathes, soaking up all the wetness he is making.

Then, finally, he turns that mouth on my clit. Teeth graze and sparks fly. My orgasm builds once again, and because I was so close before, it doesn’t take long for me to get close to the edge.

But I need more. My pussy is empty. I need something, a finger, a cock. Anything.

“Daddy, please, I need you. I need you inside of me.”

But he ignores me again.

I sob. “Daddy, please, I need to come. Fill me up, Daddy. I’m empty, please.”

His mouth never stops, but then I feel something thick at my entrance. A finger. Thank fuck.

But no. That is not a finger.

It slips into me smoothly. Too smoothly. It has absolutely zero texture, but it’s thick. It is fucked into me over and over, almost perfectly in time with his mouth, but then his mouth releases my clit.

“Come on the handle of my knife, little dove. Make it wet for me.”

The words startle me. His knife? Holy fuck, has this asshole put the handle of his knife inside of me?

It’s impossible to think about it too much because he has gone back to eating my clit, and now that there is something inside of my pussy, there is no stopping my orgasm.

Fire burns everywhere, and I clench, screaming as my orgasm tears through me.

My pussy clenches around the knife, but Hunter doesn’t stop licking my clit. Slowly, he pulls the knife out of me, but before I can catch my breath, a naked body presses against my back and a dick surges into my pussy.

“Oh my god,” I wail, as someone starts fucking me while Hunter’s mouth is still sucking on my tortured clit.

Whoever is fucking me reaches up under the tatters of my shirt and tweaks my nipples.

My lungs burn as I try to breathe.

Everything is tingling.

Everything is burning.

It’s all hazy.

The mouth leaves my clit.

All my muscles burn.

The man fucking me makes a grunting noise and then stills, pumping once, twice, more before pulling out and stepping away.

A mournful noise leaves my lips as I’m left empty, again.

But then I feel him. Hunter. His pierced cock rubs at the entrance to my pussy, then he thrusts into me, brutally. His piercing rubs the entire way in. His hands press down on my shoulder blades, forcing me against the padded cross and lighting up the burn of the thousand cuts again.

He doesn’t take his time. He fucks up into me with intent, never once pausing for me to catch up. His hands snake over my shoulders and his fingers lace around my throat. He pulls me back against him and squeezes.

A touch of fear flickers, but my next inhale tells me I can still breathe. But my consciousness flickers as blood pounds in my ears, the palms of his hands applying pressure to either side of my neck.

I start to lose the battle to the fuzziness as I gasp and struggle to understand why the noise in the room is fading.

The last thing I hear before everything goes black is a rough male voice mumbling “mine” over and over again.

Chapter 40

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