Page 8 of The Butcher

He smacked me again, harder this time.

“God…”

He grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them against my lower back before he smacked the other ass cheek, the hardest strike of the three.

“Fuck.”

“Look at those handprints.” He kept his grip on my wrists and kissed my cheeks, dragging his tongue over the inflamed skin in apology. His mouth returned to the place where I throbbed most, and he kissed me there, still aggressive but purposeful, like he really wanted to make me wet for his entrance.

I breathed through the pleasure, fighting the grip he had on my wrists every few seconds, my spine arched to accommodate the way he held me. The sting on my cheeks mixed with the bliss between my legs, and the result was a perfect mix of pain and pleasure. My senses were on fire, and now the sensation of every touch was magnified tenfold.

He released my wrists and moved over me, the bottom of his chest against my back and his dick right in the crack of my ass. He ground against me, his mouth coming close to my ear. “I’m gonna fuck this pussy—and I’m gonna come inside this pussy.” He continued to grind against me, pushing my pelvis into the bed and providing a bit of friction against my clit. He gave me a couple seconds to resist his intentions.

I didn’t want to resist them. “Are you clean?”

“Always.”

He didn’t ask me if I was clean before he put it in, before he pushed his massive head through my entrance and sank deepinside, breathing a sigh of satisfaction when he felt how slick I was, how slick I’d become the first moment I saw him.

I moaned when I felt him push deep, create so much pressure on my channel, invade my lands like they’d never been claimed by anyone else. “Oh god.” I felt him grip the hair at the back of my neck and tug hard, forcing my chin up and my eyes on him.

He started to grind against me, supporting his muscular body with his legs and a single arm, thrusting deep inside me, treating me like prey captured by an apex predator, pushing me into the bed with his weight.

I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip because it was so damn good. I’d never been fucked like this, like an escort with a fee worth a Maserati, a price this man would pay in the blink of an eye because he wanted to fuck me so bad.

“Look at me.”

My eyes snapped open and locked on his.

He ground into me directly, making my clit push and drag against the bed, knowing how to do it just right.

I moaned and whimpered, feeling the heat grow between my legs more and more, feeling the dam of tears break behind my eyes before they emerged.

He released a moan from deep in his throat, the sexiest sound. His hand loosened from my hair, and he gripped my neck instead, right below my jawline. “Spread your cheeks for me.”

I was so deep in the haze that I didn’t think twice about it. I gripped my cheeks and pulled them far apart.

He gave an appreciative moan then stuck his thumb in my mouth.

I instinctively sucked it, feeling his big dick do amazing things to me.

He pulled his hand away then slipped his thumb into my back entrance, pushing deep inside unexplored territory.

I tensed because I’d never felt anything like that before. Never had a man go for my rear. It was like the spanking of my cheeks, the novelty and discomfort highlighting the pleasure. In just a few seconds, I was panting and moaning, jumping to the finish line when there should have been some distance to the end.

And then I came, tears streaking down my cheeks, my breaths erratic and quick.

He pulled his thumb out of my ass and returned his mouth to my ear. “Fuck.” His tone held so much satisfaction, like the sounds and feeling of me coming around him were foreplay for him, like he got off to a woman’s pain as well as her pleasure.

I got swept up in the storm of euphoria, and my feet left the floor. A climax was a climax, but this one told me they weren’t all equal. This one told me that they could reach the glass ceiling and shatter it.

He stilled and continued to breathe against my ear.

I’d assumed he finished when I finished, but his dick was still rock hard inside me. He dipped his head and kissed my shoulder and then my neck, lavishing me with his masculine kisses.

Then he pulled his dick out of me—and spanked me hard.

I winced at the pain, feeling another handprint on my cheek.

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