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“You’re not going to be laughing when I split you in two with my cock.” I whisper in her ear, licking and tasting her neck, sucking the bitten skin through my teeth, drawing on it hard, forcing the blood to the surface, marking her.
“Ooohhh.”
Her voice is barely audible from her mouth, but I can feel it vibrate her throat, and it makes me hungry for her, to lick and bite her more, to suck her shoulder, to kiss the back of her neck. She leans into my oral ministrations, jutting her hips back more, and I slip inside her soaked cunt. Her channel envelopes me with her heat, a blazing inferno that radiates from her flesh to mine.
“Fuck yes.” I groan, pushing in further, opening her up, coating myself in her slickness. “You feel so good.”
The water pounds down on us, washing away the blackness form my skin, until we are both clean, except for the musky fluids that pour out of her onto me. I can smell it, the lust, the desire, and the need in her juices as they run down my cock, then thighs, and eventually down the drain with the rest of our filth.
“Zeph. More.” She moans, her ass slapping against my hips as I drive into her, still pulling her hair.
Her mouth is open, her breaths coming hard, and she squeals in pleasure and pain when I slap her ass so hard she slams into the tile.
“Like that baby?”
“Yes, just like that.”
“You like when I hurt you?”
“Yes. Yes, oh God yes!” She screams as I spank her over and over again, crushing her tits to the wall, pulling her tresses harder, making her whole body shake. “Hurt me Zeph.”
Her cries cause me to pause, my hips stop moving of their own will, and I fall still behind her. Words that have never been spoken before, that are so new to me are making me confused, yet turned on so fucking much. She wants me to hurt her. She revels in it. She’s fucking perfect.
“Such a good fucking girl. I’ll hurt you. I’ll make you never want to be with anyone but me ever again. Is that what you want baby girl?”
“Yes!”
“That’s MY good girl.” I purr to her, sliding my hand across her throat, squeezing it as I pull her head back further.
Her back is arched at a harsh angle, and her breaths stop in her chest, unable to move past the hold I have on her neck. She shakes violently, her hands slapping the wet tile, and her lips turn the prettiest shade of blue as I fuck her harder than I ever imagined I could.
She’s breaking physically, but also mentally. I can see the light fading in her eyes, being replaced by that blank stare that all psychopaths have, the one I have when I’m not putting on a front. I’m making her mine, body and soul.
“Mine. All mine.” I growl, twisting her face to the side, shoving my tongue down her throat and allowing her to breathe. She gasps and sputters into my mouth as she falls apart in every sense of the word. “That’s it, cum for me. You’re doing so good for me.”
She rides out her climax on my dick. Screaming and panting, choking on her own spit, coughing and moaning like a wounded animal, and they’re the sexiest sounds ever. They’re driving me towards my own orgasm rapidly and I thunder into her more and more, stroking my cock in her tightening hole until I can’t take it any longer.
I explode inside her, releasing wave after wave of my hot cum, filling her up until it falls back out of her, splattering my feet, then washing down the drain just like everything else.
Working her down, I slow my pace, easing in and out of her, then finally pull out. The cum on my cock is pink, and she takes a deep inhale of pain when I finally fall from her and collapse against her heaving back.
We stay there, unmoving except for our breaths until the water runs cold and she starts to shiver.
“Easy baby, I’ll warm you up.” I whisper as I carry her out of the shower and wrap us up in the fluffy white towels from her vanity shelf. “I know just the thing.”
Chapter
Fifteen
“What are you doing?” Phoenix asks, her eyes darting between my face and the disposable lighter in my hand.
We’re both sitting on her bed, still naked from the shower. Our wet clothes are long forgotten on the bathroom floor down the hall. The feeling of contentment and ease just being together in the nude is nothing I’ve ever felt before. Like I don’t need to cover up, to hide, to worry about what she thinks. I know she sees me, the real me, even if it’s not all of me. But that part she can’t see with her eyes. He’s buried too far inside.
“I want to warm you up. Do you trust me?” I say, eyeballing her and the fear that washes over her beautiful face, while I flick the flint.
“Last time you had a lighter in your hand we burned a body.”
“Are you afraid I’m going to burn you?”
