Page 77 of Devious Delusions

But she doesn’t. She just keeps begging for the same fucking thing.

“Kiss me. I want to feel you.”

I slow my thrusts as I collect my spit and grind into her. Her needy clit isn’t swollen enough. It needs to be fully abused and fucking tortured for her to close her mind. Right now, she hasthe edge of pleasure without the pained satisfaction she craves. I spit down and it hits her cheek to mix with the tears on her skin.

My voice is deeper, crueler, as I ask, “Is your cunt that fucking used that you can’t feel me inside of you?”

I pull away as the idea forms, and she clenches, trying to keep me trapped. Her legs lock tighter, and I slam my palm on her thigh to free myself. The moonlight shines through the windows, showing her pink slit all puffy and weeping for more. My arm slams down without thought as I slap my hand against her cunt and she screams. Fuck, she screams.

I do it again and again, aiming my fingers directly on her clit, and the screams get louder as I keep repeating the slaps. Until she’s shaking and so fucking close to climaxing I have to push three fingers inside her to stop myself from fucking devouring her.

She sunk her claws under my skin years ago, but now she fucking clings to me like I’ll allow her entry again. The entry point she had has hardened, the skin is tougher with the pain of how deeply she ruined my entire life.

I pull my fingers out and shove them in her mouth. She chokes and I love the sound as I reach into her bedside drawer and take out the large fake dick she fucks when she thinks no one is looking. I’ve watched her suction it to the tile in the shower and how her mouth opens as she pushes back against it, unable to make it past halfway, but that changes now.

Sitting up on my knees, I pry her hands off me and give a warning she doesn’t deserve.

“Move and I’ll shove my fist up your ass, and the other down your throat, while I stretch you open to fit my fucking leg inside you.”

Delilah falls limp against the sheets. Her tongue doesn’t move against my fingers, but she seals her lips around the digits. Her thighs are spread wide with my knees pressed against them,and I slap the fake dick off her hard nipples one by one. Her moans travel through my fingers and I fuck her mouth with them.

“You’re such a beautiful fucking mess,” I breathe out, full of awe.

She’s stunning, it’s not something that’s up for debate. It’s an enticing package that I fell for because it hides all the warped bitterness in her. I didn’t notice that the smiles were false, or that her lies were just that. I believed them and accepted each mask she showed me. The inescapable relationship was bullshit, her need for care was bullshit, everything was.

I slowly circle her entrance with the tip of the fake dick, hating the sight of anything else touching her. The need to possess her fully, to consume her, rages with my need for justice as everything I could have become flashes before my eyes.

Each conversation, each hope and dream that now lays dead at my feet as a reminder of what can’t be is her fault. But the biggest grave has Delilah’s name on it. Because that was my biggest dream—her. Having a life with her, children, a fucking family. None of it can exist, so she can’t either. I’ll drag her into this limbo of nothingness where she’ll repent and be forced to relive my demise over and over and fucking over again.

Her mouth opens on a moan as I push the fake dick inside her inch by inch. She tenses her thighs and I push my fingers deeper into her mouth to add more tears to the ones collecting against her lashes. She’s like an arcade game and if I keep feeding her more, the tears will be knocked loose, crowning me as the winner.

Those eyes are on me without any plastic or glass in the way. She can see me fully even if some of my features are covered, yet she doesn’t say my name. All she has to do is say it and it will reset everything. We’ll begin a different game once she does, butI crave hearing my name on her tongue. For her to speak me back into existence.

A whimper vibrates against my fingers as I go beyond the line Delilah created whenever she’s fucked herself. Sweat beads against her hairline and she chokes around my fingers in her attempt to scream. Fitting my hand at the base of the fake dick, I curl my fingers around the suctioned edge and slowly fuck her with it. She’s opened up for me and her thighs shake. They don’t obstruct the sight of her stretching open, or how tightly she’s hugging the silicone.

Her little desperate sobs are better than the compositions she makes as I twist the dick, forcing her to feel every man-made ridge. I watch her face and angle it upwards to hit her G-spot as I increase the pace of my thrusts. Spit flows from the sides of her mouth and glistens against her neck. Her face is bright red, and those tears fall.

I lean over her, and the moonlight only reaches half of her face. The tears on her skin are like diamonds glistening under the silvery refracted light and I can’t hold back. As soon as the tip of my tongue touches her cheek, I lose control and grip the fake dick harder. My fist pumps into her and the edge of my fingers slam off her soaked skin.

My little doll fights me as her back arches and her eyes roll back in her head. Her knuckles weakly hit my ribs and the garbled screams only add to my satisfaction. I bite into her cheek and suck the tears off her skin to leave the other side with my spit to dry.

Pulling my fingers out of her mouth, I wipe them on the side of her tits and force my voice to deepen.

“Will you break, koukla mou?”

My lips are still on her cheek and her tears fall straight into my fucking mouth as she cries out, “I can’t take it.”

Liar. She’s always been a liar and I pinch her nipple between my first two knuckles as I correct her.

“You’re a desperate, needy, filthy whore.” I start slow and twist her pebbled nipple with each of her traits. “Your used cunt will feel me now.”

I sit up on my knees and pump the fake dick into her twice before lining up beside it. She’s wrapped around it tightly and I’m forced to go slow, so she doesn’t push me out. Her fingers press against my hips as she screams and continues crying. They’re not tears of pain. She’s overwhelmed in the way she loves. Fully consumed and under my control.

“Ghost, please,” she begs.

Her shining eyes are fixed on my lips and anger takes over. I push inside her faster than I can savor the feeling of her wrapped around me so tightly. The addition of the fake dick means it strokes against me with each thrust. Her lips are going to be the death of me, so I slap my palm over them to take away temptation as I fuck her.

Each of her screams are felt more than heard. They travel through my arm and settle into the hollow cavity she created in my chest. I can feel her fucking lips moving against my palm, and despite the barrier, they entice me closer. The only way to take it away is by moving and I push the base of the fake dick against my thigh before I sit up on my knees and hold the top of the headboard.

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