Page 32 of Grave Love
“Do you need me to teach you your place again?” I ask. “You exist for me to take.” I slap her face, humiliating her like a child, her juices marking her cheek. “And if I want to fuck your tight little ass simply becauseyou don’t want me to,then I’m going to do it.”
Her lips tremble, her mouth open and waiting, her tongue noiseless. I skim my fingertips over her asshole again.
It’s drenched. Her arousal is seeping out of her cunt. There’s enough to coat her assandto lube my own dick.
I press the slick head of my cock against her back hole. Ren shakes her head, her lips stammering.
“Blaze, please—”
It’s unforgiving,she had said.Like I don’t matter. So that I don’t have to think—
My head is dizzy with lust. She has no idea what lies ahead of her.
Her asshole puckers against the head of my cock. Tight. Wet and willing. But unprepared.
She might be an anal virgin.
My chest expands. “You’re barely ready,” I say, condescension dripping in my tone. “Poor little thing.”
She thrashes back and forth. So scared. Her lungs swelling with fear.
“Please,” she cries. “Please don’t do this.”
“Dead girls don’t get choices,” I murmur.
I force myself inside of her. Her ass is like a glove, and I gasp for air, relishing in that painful constriction. She sobs, so frantic for it to stop, so needy for me to take everything I want from her. I don’t care. I thrust in again, deeper this time, claiming her ass like I’m stabbing her with a knife. I grab her chin and force her to look at me. To witness this. To see exactly what she asked for. To experience every sensation of what I can do to her, even as she claims she doesn’t want it. I move my hips the barest amount and glare deep into those plain brown eyes, and she wiggles against me, spreading herself, taking me deeper. Shoving her ass onto my dick. The tears pool on her skin, painting her in a glossy shadow.
And she moans.
I bite into her neck, growling into her, and she shudders against me. My dick carves out her ass, forces her to take me until she relaxes. It doesn’t take long. She wants it; the little bitch knows it too. Her legs and arms sew around me like a cocoon, nearing that peak. I press my lips to her ear.
“Come for me,” I command.
Her cries rip from her lungs, and I grab her throat, choking her, teaching her to associate her peak of pleasure with the loss of oxygen. She twists, her skin rubbing against my palm with the finest friction, and I savor the pain like it’s the last thing she’ll ever give me. And when her eyes roll back from the ecstasy, I dig my fingers deeper into the muscles of her neck, forcing her to choke while she comes for me.
The pleasure ceases; I keep squeezing. Keep choking her.
Her eyes roll to white, and her body loosens. I let go, giving her air again; I don’t stop fucking her. I use her body. She doesn’ttakemy cock right now, because there’s nothingwillingabout her. She’s a toy. Inanimate. A used up carcass.
She comes back, coughing. I keep moving my hips, my dick sliding inside of her, against that smooth oasis of her ass, and she cries like a lost little lamb.
My dick twitches, and I groan, nearing that peak myself. Damn near pushed over the edge hearing her cry like that. That sound that shows meit hurts,truly fucking hurts, and that she wants it even more. She whimpers in that absolutely mournful way, and my dick pulses, and I can’t take it anymore. Each spurt of my come fills her ass.
I pull out as soon as I’m done, my dick still hard at my side, and I curl two long fingers—dry ones, the ones that aren’t wet from teasing her ass—and I carve a cavern back into the spot in her pussy, where she craves unrelenting pleasure.
She shakes her head. “I can’t. It’s too much!”
I rub that tenderness inside of her, forcing her over the edge. Her muscles contract.
“Come for me, you little bitch,” I growl.
“Please, please, please—” she begs. Her body begins to twist, ready to convulse for me.
“What, cunt?” I bellow. I don’t stop my fingers. I keep thrusting. Keep jamming my fingers into her sensitive flesh. “Make it stop? Is that what you want?”
“No. I—”
“You’re already in a casket,” I shout. “Beg me to kill you.”
