Page 78 of The Invite
My own grip slides from his neck to below his collarbone.
Reaching between us, he switches to fucking me with his other hand while grabbing the back of my knee with the freed one. Bending it, he pushes it higher and to the side until I’m lewdly on display.
Tilting his head, he stares at my pussy taking his beastly barbarity.
My slit spreading at each slow plunge into my hole.
“Who knew my teacher would have such a horny little cunt?” His degrading words make me leak more arousal.
Mindless, I scratch my nails down his chest to his abs when he buries the knife’s handle to the hilt. Or so it feels.
Gazing up at me, he growls, “Told you I’ll fill you up deep.”
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
“Ahh!” I moan, sucking the makeshift toy with eagerness and abandon. A knot builds and tightens in my lower belly, spreading warmth over my entire body.
Through blurry vision, I keep my gaze locked on Augustus.
Changing the angle, he drills into me and rolls his wrist until the smooth texture rubs against every nerve ending in my channel.
Wet noises rise and echo in the air.
They’re coming from my slutty pussy.
“Ride it like I told you, Nessa.”
His command draws a moan from deep in my chest and I fist my fingers in his curls while pressing the blade into his chest. Only after that do I swirl my hips and obey his order.
Judging by the madness shimmering in his pupils, he’s loving my wantonness and threatening spirit.
“Carve my chest if you desire, little prey,” he taunts me. “I’ll still watch you ride the hard knife and swallow it in your tight hole.”
Digging my heel into the mattress, I fuck myself onto the toy.
“Yes!” I chant when he presses his thumb against my poor, neglected clit. “Yes.”
“Cut me.”
“No!” I whimper.
“Do it.”
“Stop.” I shake my head, trying to chase the slowly rising orgasm.
“I said mark me, Nessa,” grits out Augustus. “Punish me for flipping your world upside down. Hurt me for making you my personal whore. You won’t get this chance again. Or are you just a pathetic and scared little girl with no backbone?”
The last insulting taunt turns my vision red.
How dare he?
I drag my hand downward against his pec angrily, slicing his chest. The sound of his pained grunt falling from his mouth plus a pinch on my clit forces me over the edge.
With a scream, my climax tears me apart from the inside.
