Page 60 of Boys Who Taint

RIP!

My pants are torn down, and my panties shredded by the knife until nothing is left but strands of fabric.

“What are you doing?” I ask, taking a peek.

He waltzes off to grasp the curtains at the back of the stage and rips off the rope that binds them together.

I swiftly turn around again, not afraid of what he’ll do to me if he sees me looking … but afraid he might not hold up his end of the deal now that I’ve gone off the deep end.

Two strong hands grab my waist, and a groan follows.

I just know he’s looking at me.

Completely naked and spread.

Like the good whore he says I am.

Two knees thud to the floor as a zipper is pulled down. My cheeks flush with heat as he leans over me, his hard-on poking my ass. The knife slips under my throat again, and in a knee-jerk reaction, I elbow him in the face.

Not fast enough, because he grabs my wrists and ties them together, slamming me back to the floor.

“Don’t even fucking try, slut,” he whispers into my ear.

“I’m not your—”

He swipes my slit with just his thumb, and I struggle to stay still.

“No?” he says with a soft voice that I can barely hear. “Then tell me why you’re so fucking wet for me?”

“Oh fuck you, just get it over with,” I growl, annoyed that he even got me to come.

He pushes my head to the floor as he positions himself behind me and leans in to whisper, “Don’t think for a second I’m going to go easy on you.”

My eyes widen, and my lips part. “Wai—”

I can’t even finish my sentence as he thrusts in to the hilt, and oh my God, I am not prepared. He’s long. Thick. Curved. And …pierced?!

“You wanted this, so fucking take it like a good girl.”

I don’t even know what I’m feeling, if he’s truly this thick, long, and pierced, or if it’s just the way he’s fucking me relentlessly that makes it hard to even focus on remembering anything beyond debasing gratification.

He pulls out again only to thrust right back in with full fervor, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Good fucking sluts get a reward, but bad girls get their pussy destroyed.”

He’s huge and overpowering as he fills me up completely, and I cry out from the sheer size of him. Not from pain but from the pleasure building inside.

And I hate it. I fucking hate how he’s made me want to moan along with him.

“That’s it, let me hear how good my thick cock feels inside you,” he groans.

I whimper on the floor from the sheer amount of lust coursing through my veins, so I smash my face against the wood to prevent any more sounds from spilling out.

If my body is no longer mine, at least I can prevent him from hearing my enjoyment.

“You think you can hide from me?” He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head off the floor. “I want to hear you moan, baby. I want you to look up at the light and thank the fucking heavens for being impaled by my cock because when I’m done with you, you won’t want for anything else butmore.”

“Fuck!” I yelp when he plunges in again.

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