Page 113 of Kiss the Villain

“Goddamn… God fucking damn it. You were made for me.”

A rush of heat floods my chest, melting something deep inside me.

It’s not supposed to. Not over words. I don’t trust words—not since I was twelve. That was the moment I stopped believing anything people say.

But now, as he calls me baby and tells me I’m doing well, I believe him.

Maybe it’s because his voice wavers and his breaths strain when he says those words.

Or maybe it’s because I’m not just hearing the words. I’mfeelingthem.

He gives a hard shove, burying himself all the way in my ass, hitting that sensitive spot in the meantime. “Fuck, baby. This is the best feeling in the world.”

“Mmmfuck…”

It doesn’t hurt.

Or maybe the pain is crushed by the euphoric throb that pulses through me.

And I’m leaking so much precum, it’s like I’m coming in increments.

He’s positioned my ass so far up in the air, I can’t have any friction from the mattress, and I look down to see my precum still dripping and soaking the sheet.

Fuck. Who would’ve thought I would be so turned on by being dominated?

Being so delirious due to ass penetration?

And the pain.

Andhim.

“My cunt is so warm and wet. You’re so tight, baby.”

“That’s because you’re b-big.”

“Mmm. Love how you keep complementing me, baby. You’re taking this big cock so well.” He’s moving now, his hips jerking back and forth, not viciously, but the rhythm picks up by the second.

God. I can feel every ridge of his cock, every vein, every bit of friction. It’s driving me insane.

He slaps my ass again, then kneads it, and I think I come a little.

“I wish you knew what it feels like to be in your virgin pussy. Your hole is swallowing me so well. I can’t stop.”

“Kayde…fuck…”

“Love how you call me in that husky little tone, baby.”

“K-Kayde…y-you’re tearing through me.”

“That’s right. I’m tearing through my tight little cunt.”

“There…that’s, yes…fuck!”

He pounds harder, his hips smacking my ass with every thrust. I’m delirious, so close, on the edge myself, but instead of focusing on that, I focus on him, on his labored breaths.

Something wraps around my throat, my belt, as he lifts me up slightly, my arms stretching to the bedposts. His hard chest presses against my back. Both of us are so slick with sweat, we’re rubbing against each other in a cradle of warmth.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. Let me see your face.”

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