Page 153 of Bake the Town Red

“Come here.” With his cock still inside me, Tyler drags me back, away from Rita’s body. To a dry spot on the tarp.

I’m boneless, a ragged doll that Tyler handles and spins whichever way he likes until I’m lying on my back.

“I remember promising you something.”

I remember nothing other than my sore pussy and ass. “What?”

My big, able man reaches beneath the table. Grabs a brand-new flour bag.

“Ass up.”

He waits until I do, sliding it beneath my ass and hips, then spreading my legs wide.

“Such a beautiful pussy. Red and swollen and fucking dripping with me.” He bends to kiss my clit. He sits up, gazing down at me. Shaking his head. “It’s a problem. Having my cum drippingoutwhen it needs to be deep inside you.”

Oh.Ohhh.

Tyler gathers his cum from my inner thighs.

He said—

My back arches and a desperate mewl bursts past my lips. I’m being speared by three fingers at once. Thick ones. Ones that stretch and push every drop of Tyler’s cum inside me.

“You can take another one.” Tyler flattens a hand on my stomach. “A fourth.”

His eyes rake over my trembling body, to where his fingers drive in and out of my pussy. He spins his wrist, spits on his hand, and a fourth finger is inside.

“Fuck, yes, Tyler.” Although everything hurts and I’m dying, I thrust my hips forward. “Please. I want your babies. Need your babies.”

Possessiveness flashes on his face. His eyebrows are low on his forehead, eyes narrowed. Lips pressed into a thin line. A splotch of blood stains his left cheek—Rita’s. His throat works again before he spits on my pussy, then again on his thumb.

“You’re going to have them.”

He rubs my clit in circles with his thumb, making me come despite everything. I’m a moaning and weeping mess. Tyler is a committed, unhinged beast. He pushes a fifth finger inside.

His thumb is in.

“That’s it,” he praises. “Good girl, just like that. Look at you, stretched for me. My slut. My woman.”

“More.” I’m delirious. I’m desperate. It stings and burns, to be taken like this, but I can’t stop myself from begging, “More, Tyler. Please.”

“That’s how I love seeing you. How I love having you. Begging.” His eyes—the color of a crow’s feathers—roam over my pussy. His gaze rakes up to my covered navel, my covered breasts. Tyler’s lips twist in a snarl. “Too many layers.”

Two things happen at once. Tyler leans forward to grab something near my head, which in turn makes his fingers go deeper in my pussy. A part of hispalmgoes insideme.

I bite my lips to bury my scream deep down my throat. My head flings back, yet I don’t take my eyes off Tyler’s face. My pain and the way he fills me almost to his wrist has him smirking.

It’s like dark light slashes across his features. Like he wishes he could cause me that much pain for an eternity.

I’d let him.

I’d let him doanything.

“Stay still for me, little savage.” Those are my scissors in his free hand. A vicious glint reflected off the blades. Just like it does from Ty’s eyes. “I’m going to do some damage with those.”

My chest barely rises and falls as Tyler demolishes the beautiful goth dress he bought me.

I’m a statue. A doll for him. He strips me bare, pushes the shredded dress away from my breasts and to the floor. As he moves, another fraction of fist is being shoved inside of me.

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