Page 39 of Buried Beneath Sin

“Does choking on my dick make you feel alive, Beatrix?” Chase asks breathlessly as he picks up the brutal pace. “You fucking masterpiece. Walking into that bar like you’re hot shit. Now look at you, nothing more than a dick-starved slut. The transformation is magical.”

His thumb strokes the corner of my mouth, dragging my spit across my cheek almost lovingly. I hum, loving the filthy words tumbling from his mouth. It’s almost better than hearing about his adventures. The sound causes Chase to hiss and shove his dick further back. My nose brushes against the dark pubes at the base of his cock.

“You’re more beautiful now with tears running down your face and your makeup smeared than you were when I first saw you. The things I want to do to you. The way I want to make youscream… You’re perfect. I can already see how good you’d be for me, always.”

Suddenly he pulls his dick all the way out. I gasp and sputter but don’t stop toying with my clit. As he pulls back some, I’m forced to drop my other hand away from his thigh onto the bed to catch myself.

“Keep going,” Chase rasps as he climbs off the bed.

As if I could stop. Sniffling and gasping for air, I shove two fingers inside of me, searching for the right spot to make myself cum. Chase opens a duffle bag by his feet and rummages through it. Swearing under his breath, he yanks his clothes out and throws everything in his quest. I groan as I watch the muscles in his back ripple. I bite my bottom lip but let it go to whine out his name.

“Finally,” he hisses to himself as he gets to his feet. He’s back on the bed with me in two-and-a-half long strides.

He reaches down to grab my chin. Yanking my head upward, he forces me to look up at him while he uses the other to bring up a foil packet to his mouth.

“Turn around and present yourself to me.” With that, he rips the corner of the condom wrapper.

I’m so close to my third orgasm that my legs and body are already trembling. Part of me wants to ignore him, but as he pins me with a look that could melt paint, a sick excitement washes through me. I pull my hand free from my core and sit up so that I’m once more on my knees.

As I watch the latex stretch over his shaft, I dare to whisper, “Make me.”

Chase pauses for half a second. I look up to catch his eyes widening. The surprise is chased away, however, with a look so dark that, if I didn’t know better, I’d think I was in some serious trouble. He grabs my neck with a biting grip, one that steals my breath away. With a move that he must practice on other lovers, I’m suddenly thrown onto my back. I try to gasp, but he grips me tighter, cutting off the sound. His other hand grabs my leg and throws it back over his shoulder. He does the same to my other leg. With his body between both my legs, he leans forward, effectively folding me in half.

Without warning, his dick slides into me with one hard thrust.

The stretchingburns. His two fingers were already a tight squeeze, but this? I open my mouth to scream but Chase’s hand only squeezes my throat tighter. I need air. The world is starting to spin a little. But the thought of breathing is chased away as my inner walls flutter around Chase’s cock, greeting him with a tight embrace. A soft groan manages to escape before he cuts that sound off too.

“How’s that, huh?” Chase asks with a dark smirk. “Do you like to be told what to do? Do you like beingforcedto do something, Beatrix?”

His hip rock back and forth hard. I try to grunt but can’t. Chase repeats the motion. The hard thrust of his hips rocksmy body and almost hurts. But I love it. My pussy flutters and heavily leaks arousal in response to the harsh tempo Chase begins. I don’t have much control in this position but I try to rock my hips in time with with Chase’s as incredible, hot tension begins to coil in my lower abdomen once again.

“That’s right, Beatrix, you’re taking my cock so well. You’re such a good girl,” Chase chuckles darkly. “This side of you is a surprise to me, Beatrix. You come off as so shy and timid, but look at you now. There’s so much hope in your eyes and such a powerful urge to please. Hm… You’re dangerous to me. I have a thing for good girls.”

The rough snaps of his hips soften for just a moment as he rolls his hips and his pelvis grinds against my clit. A hard tremor rushes through me. Oh… If I could breathe, I’d be panting with how good this feels. He does this again and again before suddenly shifting back and driving into me ruthlessly.

“Being so accommodating isn’t good for your health—not around me at least. I might not let you walk out of here tonight. I could keep you and use you until you’re full of my cum, and I think you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Knowing that’s what I wanted. I think you’d stay here and let me fulfill all my dirty fantasies just because you know that would make me happy.”

His words are unraveling what little sanity I have. If I could groan, I would as my body squeezes and milks Chase’s dick. It has a hard time holding him though as he pulls out and slams back into me. My body is jerked back, and the headboard hits the wall.

Our lack of vocal noises will definitely be made up for bythat. I hope our neighbors enjoy it.

Chase rams into me again. The jolt of pleasure that comes with the intensity of his thrust is heightened by the lack of air. He lowers his face so that it hovers an inch above mine. Somehow, there are shadows upon his face despite the light onin the room. They distort his features into that of a handsome nightmare. Or maybe that’s just the lack of air getting to me.

“You want to breathe? Earn it. Take my cock until I’ve had my fill of you. If you’re a good girl, then I just might let you live.”

Do I evenwantto breathe? The thought of getting up and walking out of here doesn’t seem appealing. My life up until this point has been an endless nightmare.

Before I can dwell too much on that thought, Chase leans down. He captures my mouth with his as he sets a brutal pace. As he uses my body as he sees fit, his teeth bite at my bottom lip before he skims his teeth across my chin to just below my jawline. His other hand comes around my neck to join the first and he applies more pressure. My body squeezes around him as if to mimic his hands. He groans loudly before swearing and picking up speed.

The room is beginning to spin too fast and is growing dark. I’m starting to lose feeling in my limbs. Reaching up, I wrap my hands loosely around his wrists. Chase’s grip tightens—as if he’s afraid I’ll try to pull him off. Rather than fight him, I slide my hands up and down his forearms in encouragement. I hold his gaze even as his face starts to fade and, with my eyes, I implore him to use me harder. To find something worthy in me. If holding my life in his hands is what will make him happy, then so be it.

You want this life, Chase? You can have it.

Something changes in Chase’s expression. The intense, almost savage hunger etched into his handsome features softens. His brows come together and his mouth tilts downward ever so slightly.

Don’t stop. Just take me away… Let me just blink out of existence. I’ll be fine. Come on, Chase…

Being beautifully dicked to death doesn’t seem such a terrible way to go. Staring into a handsome face as my world narrows until it’s out of focus is more doable than I thought it would be.

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