Page 28 of Slaying for Santa
“Do it!” she hisses through her clenched teeth.
Fuck, she pushes me in the best fucking way, and I don’t know why I didn’t see this years ago.
I mean, I saw her. I always hated how much I thought about her and longed for something I probably shouldn’t, given she’s Tillie’s best friend, but fuuuck, this side of her. How didn’t I see it sooner?
She’s my fucking match.
Reaching around my back, I grip her ankles, digging myown nails into her skin and forcefully prying them loose, even as she slaps at my chest and face.
“Stop fucking slapping me!” I hiss, finally loosening her legs enough that I can force them back down to the mattress and hook my legs over them to pin her in place.
“Fuck you, Santa!” she snarls like a little savage, baring her teeth, her face still streaked with dry black tears.
She swings at me, this time with her fist, and I manage to intercept it just before it hits, both of us struggling against each other while my cock is still buried deep inside her, and harder than it’s ever been.
“I will be the one fuckingyou!” I roar, wrangling her wrists into submission as I pin them to the bed.
We are both panting, but while she tries to struggle against my hold, I catch my breath and revel in the way our bodies line up so fucking perfectly.
“You can fight me all you want, Bell. Fuck, I don’t even think you are role playing, but let me make one thing very fucking clear.” I lean closer, feeling her panting breaths fan my lips. “The moment you trusted me to hurt you and use you, taking every fucking thing I did like it’s something you’ve been craving your whole fucking life, was the moment you became mine. Love it. Hate it. I don’t fucking care. Fight it all you fucking want.” I start thrusting inside her again, and her lips part as the whisper of a moan escapes. “But it’s happened, Bellicent Faith Bishop, and there’s no going back now.”
My cock punches into her savagely, and she cries out, her back arching off the bed as much as it can with me pinning her, and I thrust and thrust, over and over, brutally claiming her once and for all.
Her cunt is so fucking slick. There’s no way her body isn’t loving every minute of this, even if her brain is panicking with the reality of what this means.
Fuck. I don’t even think I’m ready for what it means, but I give in to it, unleashing the part of me I keep locked away, not willing to show any other woman how fucking dark I can get.
“Do you hate me?” I snap, the wet noise of my cock slamming into her slick cunt filling the room.
“Yes!” she seethes, baring those fucking white teeth again. “I hate you so much!”
“Good fucking girl, Bell.” I smirk and pant, feeling her walls grow tighter around me. “Because I fucking hate you too!”
She half screams, half snarls in fury, and I grit my teeth as she clamps around me, nearly ready to come.
“You feel my bare cock ripping you to shreds?" I pound hard, feeling my cock slam into her cervix, blow after blow.
“Yes,” she cries, nearly there.
“I’m fucking you bare, Bell. No barrier. Just the skin of my cock buried in your slick cunt.” I thrust harder, my nuts starting to fucking tighten. “I’m going to fill you up with my cum, Bell. Your cunt is going to be leaking for fucking days, and I’m not going to let you wash. I want you fucking filthy. Smelling of me and feeling your panties wet from me so you don’t fucking forget who claimed this cunt!”
A scream rips from her as she starts coming, her walls kneading my cock in the best fucking way, and I know there’s no way in hell I’ll ever be able to fuck with a condom on again.
I can feel every hot, searing ripple of her cunt, the muscles hardening as her orgasm rolls through her, and before she’s even finishing, I fucking let go, pleasure engulfing my core before the first jets of cum start shooting deep inside her.
“I’m filling you!” I roar, throwing my head back, and she ripples around me, sucking my cock in deep, like her pussy is desperate for my seed.
I can’t remember the last time I came this hard, for so long, and with so much spilling from my body. It just solidifies that even though I didn’t start this with the intention of claiming her, it’s happened, and I’m okay with that.
As my muscles start to uncoil and my fucking hearing returns, I glance down at Bell to find her heaving from the intensity of her orgasm.
Fuck. She’s beautiful, all dishevelled and messed up.
“Still hate me?” I pant, releasing her wrists and legs, part of me happy that this time, she didn’t black out. She came hard, and felt every part of it, even the part where she comes down from her high.
“Always,” she scoffs, and right as I ease out of her, the little brat slaps my face again.
CHAPTER 9
