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“Please!” I half scream, wondering when he turned into such a monster.
“You have a choice, Mary. Come for me now, or I’ll make you scream louder than you ever have,” Colton says, barely panting from his physical exertion.
He’s not human. He’s a real monster.
I try to force my body to relax, knowing I can’t fake this. Colton knows what I feel like when I come, the sounds I make, the way I shudder...
“Come on, Mary, come for your man,” Colton coos into my ear. “Then again, I’m rather hoping you don’t.”
I’m trying so fucking hard?—
His finger leaves my clit and moves to my tight hole, shoving in without warning.
I jolt upright, and he curses, spitting on my ass.
“That’s all the lube you’re going to get, babe.”
“No!” I scramble to get away but he’s too strong, shoving his dick into my tightest hole, making my ears ring. I feel like I’m being split in two, unable to catch my breath as he groans in my ear. He isn’t even fucking moving, he’s relishing the feeling, the fuckingbastard.
His hands stroke my skin, his breath hot on my wet cheeks.
“Relax, Mary. Enjoy it.”
He moves slowly, his hand moving to my clit as I sob.
“Fuck, that’s good. Cry, baby. Cry for me.”
“I hate you!” I bite out as he moves inside of me, his fingers massaging my clit as my body responds, making my mouth open in sheer fucking disbelief. A moan escapes my lips, and I want to die.
“Yes, it feels fucking good, doesn’t it?” Colton moans as he picks up his pace, his fingers keeping in sync with his deep thrusts. He’s back to speaking to me softly, and I let out another sob.
I’m in so much fucking pain, but his fingers are the only thing keeping me sane, the pleasure building in my stomach as I try to relax. I have to relax, or he’ll turn again, turn into the fucking psycho that dragged me to the floor by my hair.
“I’m going to come in your ass, Mary; come with me.”
I hate how my body flutters at his words, but I refuse to let myself come. I’ll relax as much as I can to try to alleviate the pain, but he’s not making me orgasm.
“Mary.” A warning. “Fuckingcome.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and try to block him out, but he’s right—I’m so fucking wet. I hate him. I hate this. Why is my bodyfucking liking this? What is wrong with me? Disgust thrums in my veins as I realize what’s happening—I’m putty in his fucking hands.
He cups my pussy in his hand and massages it, dipping a finger into my soaked hole as he annihilates my ass.
A scream of fury leaves me when my body convulses beneath him, shuddering and clamping around him as he groans with delight and fucking satisfaction.
“Yes, Mary. Good girl.”
My body heaves with sobs as the aftermath of my pleasure hits me, followed by his guttural roar as he fills my ass with his seed.
He forces me to the ground as he collapses on me, his dick still inside me.
“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he whispers, kissing my cheek.
“Fuck you!” I hiss, tears clouding my vision as I try to shove him off me.
“Good idea, I could go again.” Colton lifts off me, and I close my eyes, feeling warmth trickling out of my sore, swollen hole.
The second he pulls out of me, the world collapses into a silence that feels like it’s suffocating me. My body trembles, not just from the pain, but from the anger and disgust swirling inside me like poison. Every breath feels heavy, labored, like I’m inhaling shards of glass. But worse than the physical pain is the shame, the helplessness crawling under my skin.
