Page 23 of Crawl
“Why are you here?” she asks in a hoarse voice.
“You want me to go?”
She’s seething, but she doesn’t say a word. She doesn’t tell me to stop. Because she’s fighting it too: she knows she wants this, that she wantsme.Whatever this fucked up lust is between us, it owns the both of us.
And she can’t lie about that.
I bend down, biting her ear. “I can’t stop thinking about your sweet little cunt,” I say. Her stomach tightens, but her eyes are glossy. She loves the dirty way I treat her. My filthy little fuck doll. “I needed a taste. Needed to devour every fucking part of you. Because you’re mine, Remedy, and I want you. I’m going to tear you apart.”
I lower my body, dragging myself along her tender flesh so she can feel what she does to me: my hard dick stabbing into her belly and thighs. I swirl my tongue along her clit, but she’s limp. She’s not moving like before.
I lift myself up. Her eyes are empty. Her focus is on the ceiling. Not on me.
She’ll give me her attentionnow.
I bend down, taking as much flesh as I can in my mouth, then I bite down hard, my canines tearing into that deep muscle and she screams, her hips bucking me off. I growl as I peer down at her, my dick hungry for her even more now.
“Tell me you’re mine,” I growl. “All fucking mine.”
“Cash,” she whispers.
I slap her thigh, right against that bite mark, and a groan rips from her chest, primal and instinctive and full of pleasure.
“Tell me you’re mine,” I say, slapping her again. I lick my lips, savoring her tangy scent on my mouth. Salty and sweet. “Tell me you’re mine or I’m gone, Remedy, and you’ll never get this again.”
“I’m yours,” she shouts. Energy pulses through me and I shove my fingers back into her ass, her muscles relaxing into me. Her hips writhe against me, bucking toward me. As I take her clit into my mouth, she hisses, “I’m yours, but I fucking hate you.”
I tease her clit, barely licking it, while I still finger-fuck her ass into a frenzy. She needs that clitoral stimulation,needsit to come right now. And I’m denying her of it. I shift to her thigh, taking her flesh into my mouth again, biting with less pressure, because I already did the work: she’s raw and a nibble hurts like a steak knife. She moans, and that sound fills me with savage lust. My cock grows bigger, my dick heavy and uncomfortable. We both want the release so damn bad, but I have to hold back.
“You hate me just as much as you want me,” I say.
“Ihateyou.”
Her eyes leave mine, but I grab her chin hard, forcing her to look at me, to see exactly what she wants. Sweat covers every inch of me, my clothing drowning from her come and our sweat, and I’m so soaked I drip onto her, but she doesn’t notice. She glares at me as if to say,Don’t you dare stop fucking me, or I’ll kill you.
“You want me to use you, little cure?” I ask.
And before I even finish the question, she’s nodding, and I ram a free finger into her cunt, using both holes, manipulating her like a puppet, refusing to be gentle. I pinch her clit between my teeth, teasing that bundle of nerves with my canines, her holes clinching around me, each moan that rips from her soul mixed with delight and distress. With my other hand, I shove two fingers deep into her mouth until her tonsils grapple with my knuckles. She gags, tears filling her eyes. I let go, giving her a small breath of air, but then I lean my weight into her again, pressuring all of her holes, making eye contact with her.
“You don’t hate me because of your best friend,” I growl. My fingers dig into each hole, and I rub her g-spot. My fingers tease the thin walls of flesh separating her ass from her pussy, and her throat gags on my fingers. “You hate me because you love what I can give you. You need it. No one can fuck you like you want. No one can make you feel like this. No one, and I meanno one,can make you feel like I can. You want this just as much as I do.”
Tears fill her eyes again, and this time, it’s not from my fingers in her throat. It’s from the truth; it disgusts her and liberates her at the same time. I fuck her holes with my hands, penetrating her with abandon. I bite every piece of flesh I can reach—her stomach, her thighs, her navel—until her legs jiggle, the pleasure overwhelming her. Once I feel her body tighten around me, I fuck her harder, biting her with everything I have, wishing I had three cocks to stuff her with until she’s a mindless toy. She convulses around me like she’s possessed by an angry demon, and now, she won’t be able to deny that shewantsthis. I’ve kept her from that final brink for so long, and by delaying this gratification for both of us, she’ll want everything I can give her. In the end, she’llwantto take the blame for my murders.
She’ll lose control.
She twitches around my hands, her moans vibrating across my fingers in her mouth as her orgasm dissipates. Suddenly, every single touch is too sensitive, too much for her to take. She begs me with her eyes, pleading for me to go easy on her now. I lick her thigh over the bruised bitemarks and she twitches uncontrollably. I finger-fuck her harder,rougher,and every touch makes her jerk around my fingers, the pleasure breaking through her soul like she’s being erased from her body.
But I don’t care. Iwanther to remember what it feels like when I make her come. Her velvet walls squeeze around me again, her smooth ass clenching around my fingers, her throat gagging between each panting breath.
“You can give me another one,” I demand.
She chokes on my fingers as I massage her wet throat, but come runs down her legs, my fingertips wrinkled from her moisture. And still, she doesn’t push me away.
“You are so fucking hot,” I murmur. I suck in the sweet scent of her arousal, licking my lips. “Come for me again, Remedy. Show me what a whore you are. How much you love when I take whatever I want from you.”
The tears crash down her face, and this time, she comes immediately, the spasms rocking between us, flinging our bodies apart. I pin her down with my whole body weight as she loses control, gasping and convulsing around my fingers. Her eyes roll back into her head and her body curls and contorts, her nipples hard, and I find empty skin right above her mound, biting down as hard as I can until she pulls my fingers out of her mouth and screams in pain, in pleasure, in all-consuming lust.
I breathe down on her, finally letting go. Each breath tremors through her body. My trousers are stained with her come, my pre-cum, and sweat. If she even dry-humps me, I’ll come in my pants like a teenage boy, but I don’t care.
