Page 81 of Grave Possession

She muffles her moans behind a throw pillow as she grinds against my face.Are you kidding me? This ends now.I reach around and snatch it from her. She fucking laughs, looking at me with those breath-stalling amber eyes. Mallory’s trying to work me up. The realization plowsinto me that this is her version oftit for tat. If I won’t tell her what happened to me, she’s going to push me to the cusp of snapping.

My tongue swirls and licks at her entrance as I undo my jeans, freeing my length. She’s drunk on the feeling of near release as I quickly and silently get to my feet. She raises her head up, turning to look at me over her shoulder. Her eyes widen in shock as I tower over her, stroking myself. And without any warning, I slam my fat cock into her.

The prettiest scream is ripped from her throat as I impale her on my length. Pleasure races through me, and pain stabs me with every thrust, but I can’t stop. I won’t. I’ll earn that fucking orgasm and worry about the abdominal damage later.

“Yes,” she groans. “Take me, Nox. Show me how much you want me.” My fingers graze up her back, unhooking her new red bra, and pushing the straps down her arms.

Leaning down over her, I gently kiss across her shoulder, sweeping her hair out of the way as my lips trail up her neck. Our bodies crash into the couch over and over as her head turns, lips finally meeting mine. Our tongues tangle as my left hand collects her hair, wrapping the long waves around my fist. My other hand cups her breast as I slow our kiss.

“I love you,” I whisper against her flushed cheek.

Her eyes dart to mine, “Love you too, stud,” she replies. Her eyes fall shut again as she surrenders to the pleasure lassoed around her. I stand straight, yanking her back against me by her hair as I jut my hips into her.Slamming myself so far inside her, I can’t tell if her sob is from pleasure or pain. Lucky for me, she’s into both. My right hand cracks off her ass as I rut into her like a man possessed. My fingers dig into her hip as I push and pull Mal’s helpless body on my dick. Incoherent sounds pouring from her lips as she takes everything I give her.

“You ready to cum yet, baby? Or do you need more proof of how bad I want you? How much I fucking need you?”

Her legs are quaking beneath her, so with another tug on her hair, I pull her back to my chest. My hand releases her ebony curls and wraps around her middle as I fuck her into next week.

“More, Ghost. I want it all. Anything you’ll fucking give me.”

“Fucking insatiable, aren’t you?”

“Yes. I’m fucking crazy about you, I can’t get enough.”

“Mmmm, that’s what I want to hear.” Relinquishing my hold on her hip, I move to circle her clit.

Slipping my hand further down between her legs, I feel my length moving in and out of her. The mental image has butterflies soaring in my chest, and I can’t stop myself from pushing two fingers into her alongside my cock.

“Nox,” she pants, voice wavering. I’ll never feel anything better than fucking her, except maybe feeling myself fuck her. Christ, I can’t stop. I wish I could lick the arousal dripping out of her onto my cock from the source. My other hand moves to circle her clit while my fingers pump into her in time with my cock.

“Do you see what you do to me baby? You turn me into a ravenous beast. I’m going to wreck this wet fucking cunt then kiss it better. Now do me a favour and soak my cock, so I can have you suck it clean to see how good you fucking taste.”

Chapter Fifty-three

Mallory

God, I want that. His tongue between my legs, and his cock in my mouth. The thought is enough to send me screaming off the deep end, but the way he’s fucking me shoots me to a new realm of pleasure. His strong fingers circle my clit with just the right amount of pressure to make my knees go weak, and when I shatter, he’s there to catch me. He doesn’t falter, doesn’t stop, despite the pain I know he has to be in with a welt that size and shade. He plows into me, dragging my orgasm out until my voice is hoarse, and my body is limp.

Nox eases us down to the floor, rolling me over, and sliding back into me. The pain of each thrust pinches his brow, hips losing momentum and rhythm. Poor guy is in too much agony to cum.

Don’t worry, Ghost. I’ll help.

Wrapping my legs around him, I lock my ankles. Throwing my weight, and pushing with my hands on the cold hardwood, I roll on top of him. He doesn’t fight meat all, surrendering willingly. It’s how I know he’s truly in pain, Nox loves the push and pull of our relationship.

“What are you doing, little siren?” he pants, watching me with the intensity of a jungle cat. I don’t reply as I move back between his thighs, unlacing his boots, and working his jeans off. He groans as I lick up his shaft, dragging my tongue over his piercing. My lips slip over his crown and he bucks his hips, trying to get me to take him deeper. Another wince lashes across his features. He tries to hide it, but honestly he’s doing a terrible job at concealing how much discomfort he’s actually in.

I spit onto his cock, working my hand slowly up and down. “Did that hurt?” I ask.

“No,” he grumbles.

“Tell that to your face.” My hand twists over his crown as my other cups his balls. His abs contract reflexively, and I watch the pleasure be replaced by agony. “Why don’t you stay still, tough guy.”

“Kind of hard with what you’re doing there, babe.”

I lightly touch him again, forcing another painful flex of his delicious muscles. The tortured sound of his arousal and suffering reverberates around the room, relighting my desire like the true sicko I am.

“Why don’t you tell me what happened, and maybe I'll let you cum.”

“What?”

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