Page 62 of The Trick

He remains silent, but his body is screaming just as loud as mine is as he takes his free hand to my ankle and, in one swift motion, he drags me out of the closet. Playing along I let out a scream, but it only seems to make him more aggressive. His touch searsitself to my ankle as he finishes pulling me closer to him.

Knife still in one hand, he spreads my thighs apart, forcing me to fall back on the floor. The cool steel begins to gently prick at my skin, not deep enough to cut me but enough that I can feel him gliding it across the seam of my bodysuit, removing it like he does the flesh on a freshly severed head.

A needy groan rumbles from his throat as he teases my inner thigh with the tip of the knife, slowly, carefully tracing my skin. He continues this until the tip of the blade is centered with the apex of my thighs.

I trap my bottom lip beneath my teeth, waiting for his next move.

Settling into the floor, I tilt my chin upward, watching as he raises his hand above where I lay, deadly steel hanging over my body like a storm about to rain on me. He keeps it there for a moment, teasing me until it descends near my center. He pierces the floorboard with a violent and forceful thrust of his hand and all that can be seen from the floor is the handle.

Tossing his mask to the floor, his hands scoop my ass, and once more I’m being dragged towards him, closer to where his mouth waits for me. A lustful shriek falls from my mouth as the separated muscles of his long tongue press into my center, fucking me with wet, messy kisses.

His mouth acts like a vibrator as he hums against me. My back arches, writhing against his face as he continues to consume me. With every swipe of his torn tongue that devours me, he continues to moan against my pussy, sending a surge of fire through my body. Working through the addictive feeling of being captured by his tongue, my head falls to the side, bringing the knife on the ground into view. Extending my arm, I flatten my palm trying to reach for the handle, but I can’t get it.

Painfully, I break the seal he has on my center, scooting away from his glistening mouth. “Take your pants off,” I pant.

Confused, he rises to his knees with his head cocked to the side. “You were so close. Haven’t we edged each other enough today?” he says practically begging.

Ignoring him, I sit up, reaching for the knife. “Just take off your pants,” I repeat.

I don’t wait for him to undo his zipper, with the knife in my hand, I pinch it in my grip and begin to shimmy his pants down for him until they fall to his ankles.

“You want daddy’s dick don’t you?” he groans.

I shake my head, tilting my chin up so that all I see past his erect, barbell lined cock in my face is him peering down at me. Just the sight of his tall, inked stature hovering over me fills me with sick pride. I love being his filthy little whore. The power he has over me, just like I have over him, is like a fucking drug with a high so strong, it’s unmatched.

Fisting the base of his shaft, a drop of precum drips from the tip of his hardened length. Not willing to waste a fucking drop of him, I swirl my tongue around his opening, coating it in his salty taste.

“That’s my good little slut,” he groans. “Now open wide,” he instructs.

My lips part as he drives his pierced cock to the back of my throat, making my eyes water.

“Fuck yourself with it,” he moans. “I want to hear how wet you get with my cock filling your mouth while that handle fills your needy cunt.”

Spreading my legs wider, I bring the handle to my wet pussy, driving it into my center as I work my mouth up and down his cock.

“That’s my morbid whore,” he groans as his hands shift to the top of my head as he controls the pace at which he fucks my mouth.

I continue slow, forceful drives of the knife in and out of my pussy while he thrusts his shaft in my mouth until I feel his cock stiffen more. I can tell he is close. He squeezes my head tighter, driving his impressive length deeper into my throat, making me gag but I work through it, because I like when he comes in my mouth.

“Fuck, baby, I’m going to come,” he announces through a throaty groan.

I nod my head, humming around his cock, ready for my prize. Just as I feel the beginning of his orgasm pulsing, he pushes me off him. The knife falls from my grip and skids across the floor. I don’t have enough time to process what is happening when I feel my body being lifted and place onto the floor.

Landing on all fours, I feel the head of his dick rub against my wet slit, teasing it before he rams into me. Forceful, intoxicating thrustsmake my already limited vision from the darkened air around us, become grainy, making me feel like I’m being swallowed into a sea of darkness.

The fullness of his dick, paired with the steel that adorns it, is exactly how would imagine fucking the devil would feel. Hot and wrong, possessive andaddicting. I will never, ever tire of being railed by him.

My ass claps against his thrusts. I feel my pussy begin to suffocate him. “That’s right little hellcat. Cranes come together. Isn’t that right, wife?”

Cranes. Fuck, I don’t know why I resisted wanting to take his last name for so long. But the sound of him calling me a Crane and more importantly being his wife, makes me feel like I’m about to lose control. My orgasm ripples through me, causing me to shriek in pleasure as I feel his warm cum mixing with mine.

He stays in me for a few seconds more, allowing every drop of his release to fill me before he pulls out. Still on all fours, I move to face him when his large forceful palm sears itself into my skin, pressing my upper body onto the floor.

“Where do you think you’re going, final girl?” Maddox’s ominous tone washes over me, spreading a wave of hypersensitivity to my every nerve. Anticipation burrows itself within me until a low groan vibrates from his chest, spreading its sultry intent to his throat. “Now arch that pretty little back of yours and keep that ass up high. I’m not done with you yet.”

CHAPTER 28

Nothing and I meannothing, is hotter than seeing the way my cum drips from her glistening pussy. Watching the way our combined arousal leaks out of her and onto her inked thighs is a fucking holy experience and this heathen is still hungry for another taste of the only communion that will satiate his soul.

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