Page 86 of Claiming Pretty

Tears streamed down my cheeks as saliva leaked from my mouth and wetness gushed from my pussy, but I didn’t want him to stop. The roughness, the way he used me, only made me want more.

“Look at you,” he growled. “So fucking desperate. Riding that handle like the little knife slut you are.”

His words sent a fresh wave of heat through me. I moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him hiss with pleasure.

My hips moved faster, grinding down hard on the handle. Each thrust pushed it deeper, the guard rubbing against my clit with delicious friction. The pressure was building again, coiling tight in my belly.

His thrusts became more erratic, his breathing ragged.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he grunted. “You gonna come for me, rabbit? Gonna come all over that knife handle while I fill that pretty mouth?”

I moaned around his cock, begging him. The combination of his words, the relentless stimulation against my clit, and the utter fuckedupness of being spit-roasted by myboyfriend’s cock and his knife handle pushed me over the edge.

My orgasm crashed over me, my pussy clenching rhythmically around the handle, my whole body shaking with the force of it. I cried out, the sound muffled by Scáth’s cock.

He chuckled as he pulled me off the knife. “Change of plans. I’m going to fill this pussy—mypussy—while you suck your mess off my knife.”

With a firm hand on my back, Scáth positioned me so I was face-to-face with the knife still embedded in the wall. The handle glistened in the dim light, slick with my arousal.

“Open,” he commanded with a slap on my ass.

I whimpered as the delicious pain flared across my sensitive skin.

I parted my lips, my tongue darting out to taste myself on the smooth metal.

The flavor was sweet and musky, sending a fresh wave of heat through my body as I remembered how he made me suck up my juices off his fingers the very night he broke into my bedroom.

Slowly, I took the handle into my mouth, wrapping my lips around it as I had done with his cock moments before.

Behind me, I felt him grip my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, teasing me.

I whimpered around the knife handle, pushing back against him, silently begging him to fill me as need surged in me again.

With a low growl, he thrust into me, burying himself all the way in.

I gasped around the knife handle, my eyes rolling back atthe exquisite fullness. He was so much thicker than the handle, stretching me in ways that bordered on pain but felt so impossibly good.

“So tight, so wet for me.”

He pulled back slowly, dragging against my sensitive walls, before slamming back in. The force of his thrust pushed me forward, driving the knife handle deeper into my mouth, making me choke on it.

Scáth set a punishing pace, each powerful thrust rocking me forward. The room filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, my muffled moans, and his grunts of pleasure.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his fingers digging into my hips. “I’m not going to last long.”

He reached around me, his fingers finding my swollen clit. The sudden touch sent a jolt through me, making me gasp around the knife handle.

His fingers were rough and calloused, creating delicious friction as they circled my sensitive bud.

“Come for me again,” he growled, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. “I want to feel you strangle my cock with your cunt while you mouth-fuck that handle.”

His fingers moved faster, applying just the right amount of pressure.

The overwhelming sensations of his thick cock stretching me and his skilled fingers on my clit quickly pushed me toward the edge.

My thighs began to tremble, my inner walls clenching around him.

My second orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, intense and all-consuming.

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