Page 22 of Buried Souls
He chuckles, pulling his fingers out of my sopping cunt, and pushes me against the glass. “Be afraid, little lamb, beveryafraid.” His cock drives into me in one swift motion, pinning me in place. Strong hands grab a hold of my hips, yanking my ass back and making my back arch.
“Oh my God,” I croak, rising to stand on my toes, my fingers scratching at the glass door, desperately looking for some purchase.
“Pick a word,” he orders, his hold on me like two bars of steel.
I shake my head, not understanding.
“A word that you will speakonlyif and when what I’m doing to you is too much for you to handle. A word that when you say it while I’m destroying your tight little body, will make me stop immediately. No questions asked.”
My mind spins with the implications of what he’s revealing to me.
“Elena,” he repeats, caressing my backside, tone calm. Patient. “I won’t continue until you tell me your word.”
My walls clench around him, and I’m tempted to move my hips but instinct tells me that it would be a very bad idea, and that in doing so, I would ruin whatever this is.
We’re both silent, the air thick with anticipation. My body aches, my pussy pulses. Desperate. Pleading. And I spit out the first word that comes to mind: “Barbora.”
A pause, and then—
“Good. Remember your word,” he says, wrapping one massive hand around the back of my neck while he remains still, cock buried to the hilt. “And remember, you submitted to me.”His cock throbs, and I whimper again. “I am free to do whatever I want to you. The only way I stop, is if you say your word.”
Spreading my ass cheek wide with his free hand, he slowly pulls out, but not all the way, no, just until only the tip remains. A long, torturous moan escapes my parted lips and my head falls forward, resting on the glass, as he slowly pushes forward, then out again, repeatedly, and each time, I feel my walls shudder, greedily trying to suck him back in.
“The way your cunt is swallowing my cock makes me want to rip you apart, little lamb. It makes me want to do very,verybad things to you.”
He plunges back in, quickening his pace. Both hands are now wrapped around my neck, pressing on my windpipe and making it difficult to breathe. My legs shake. My entire body trembles from his assault.
“Don’t stop,” I rasp, cheek pressed against the glass, lost in the overwhelming sensations. Not caring for how desperate I sound while wheezing for air, but I don’t say my safe word. I can’t.
I want more.
Ineedmore.
“Please,” My hand lowers between my thighs until it reaches the swollen bundle of nerves, begging to be touched. “Please!”
He stops. Releases my neck. Spreads my ass wide. And spits.
A sharp inhale is all I have time for before he coats my pucker with his saliva, then inserts a thick finger.
“Oh, fuck.” My own fingers circle my clit, and suddenly, the sensitivity overload is too much. The pressure of being filled so completely, in both of my holes—too much, and I don’t know where I am anymore. All I know is I don’t ever want this feeling to end. “More, Niko. I need more.”
“It’s Nikolas.” He fists my long locks, pulling my hair and causing my back to arch painfully. My palms fly to the glass,holding on for dear life while he destroys me.
My toes curl and heat begins to rise in my center. “Oh, God!”
He stops, pulling both his finger and cock out. Yanking my head back, his lips meet my ear. “What’s my name?” he hisses, an angry scowl on his rugged face.
“Niko,” I breathe, pussy and ass clenching around empty air. He pulls at my strands again, sweet pain shooting through me. “Nikolas, your name is Nikolas.”
He growls, satisfied, the throbbing livid head and missing finger driving into me once more. “Now, you get to come.” His thrusts turn ruthless as he fucks me hard into the glass, the panels shaking from the sheer force of it.
I lock up. The orgasm explodes through me. He follows, groaning, his cum spraying my insides, but then he releases himself, spraying my back, as well, and now two trails of hot liquid drip down my ass crack, over and from my gaping entrance, and down my trembling thighs.
It feels filthy, and wrong, and oh so depraved, yet it feeds something primal in me. The side of me that I’ve kept hidden for the entirety of my adult life. The side that was begging to be seen—and set free.
My body is limp as the wave of bliss begins to retreat, my pussy still pulsing from the magnitude of my orgasm, and just when I think he’s done, Niko dips his fingers into the load of cum coating my leg, and brings it to my mouth. Without a word, he spreads it over my lips, then shoving his fingers into my mouth, declares, “We don’t waste food in this house. Finish your fucking meal.”
Eagerly, I lick him up, my tongue swirling around his two fingers and between the knuckles.
