Page 8 of The Dire Legacy

Nerves ball in my chest as I trace over the throbbing head. Biting my swollen lip between my teeth, all I can breathe out is a moan as the hot drop of pre-cum scalds my finger.

I can’t jerk from the pain. The last thing I want to do is make him stop. Even if his every lick on my skin makes my throat tighten a little more.

His leather glove skims over my stomach before he tugs at my panties, tearing the side and pushing them down my thighs. Carrying my knee to my chest, he spreads me wide as he slides the length of his hard cock down to rub against my clit with his shaft.

Fuck, it feels good, despite the slight wheeze of my breathing. Squeezing my eyes shut, a trill of panic flutters through me.

How bad will the pain be the first time?

As if he’s reading my mind, Michael’s lips hover over my ear. “I’ll make it fast so it won’t hurt.” He lands light kisses along my jaw as I feel his hips roll.

With a ball of pressure, he slips the head in and stops. I can’t hold back the gasp as my body stretches around him.

Our bodies quiver as he takes a deep breath with his forehead resting on my shoulder.

A cry escapes me when he sinks into me, ripping through my last vestige of youth with a piercing twinge.

“You’re so fucking tight.” he groans as both of his hands work themselves under my ass. Raising me to meet his rapid thrusts, his nose buries against me before I feel the hard pinch of his teeth breaking through my skin. Fire rips beneath the surface. My chest feels like it’s blistering under a bath of acid.

The pain I first felt in my belly dulls into a deep burn that gets hotter as his pace quickens.

It hurts.

Panic starts to flood through me as his breathing becomes more rapid.

“Mi—” Only half of a syllable escapes my fat lips. I don’t know if I can close my mouth around my tongue. It feels like it’s blocking my throat. “No, no, no.” They’re barely discernible grunts to my own ears. There’s no way he can understand me.

Pain.

As he tenses above me, I can feel the first spurt of agony as he erupts.

My heart races as a wave of constricting torment rips through me.

I can’t breathe.

Twitching muscles knot within my abdomen as spasms seize my lungs.

His hips jerk against me as his molten cum destroys my womb. Uncontrollable cramping shreds me. It’s like a red hot poker is being forced into me, tearing and burning from the inside out. I can’t stop my back rising from the floor in a torturous arch as if my spine is trying to climb through me and burst from my chest. My fingers claw the discarded papers as I gasp emptily. Airless, a silent scream stretches my jaw until it cracks and darkness bubbles from the stars bursting before my eyes.

Chapter 3

Michael

She feels fucking amazing. Being able to touch and taste someone, it’s like a floodgate has been opened. The soft little moans she makes and the way her fingers dig into my back, has me coming so much faster than I ever thought I would.

When she squeezes me so hard, it feels like she’s pinching my cock right off. It rockets me into a blinding oblivion as I loose my load deep within her clenching pussy.

Her body goes limp beneath me as I pant into her neck.

“Angie, that was unbelievable. I’m glad I didn’t—”

She’s so still.

As my eyes creep up, a wave of nausea rolls a cold sweat over my body. Her jaw is open unimaginably wide and seems to be locked there.

Fear and panic rampage in my throat as I choke out a cry.

Her eyes. They’re flared open and nearly popping from her face.

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