Page 88 of Reckless Covenant

“This will be mine tonight, Little Eve. I’m gonna fuck you until you scream, and when you do, I’ll fuck you even harder.”

At that declaration, my pussy tightens around nothing but air, and I can feel it… the wetness slowly dripping down my thighs.

“Look at you, so fucking ready, aren’t you?”

Then he leaves me. But I don’t move.

I hear some shuffling behind me, and the distinctive sound of a metal clasp, then nothing.

Suddenly, one hand grips my ass cheek, his cock presses against my entrance, and just like that… on one long, deliciously painful stroke, he drives home, and my head whips back on a wicked cry.

“Never has anything felt quite this way. Never.” He pulls out until just the tip of him is in me, and I squeeze around it, reveling in the groan that shakes his chest.

“Fuck me, Serpent, fuck me until I won’t know my own name!”

“You better fucking remember mine.”

My back arches when he fists my hair, at the same time he slams into me with too much force and somehow not enough.

He goes at me like a wild animal, and I need it. I need to feel him everywhere, I need to hurt, I need to cry, I need everything!

Gripping my chin, he dips his thumb into my mouth, and I suck on it, rolling my tongue around, before he pulls it out. As his rhythm slows, I flinch when he pushes that digit against my ass, but he goes slow, until the discomfort, the tension, it’s all so arousing.

He keeps fucking me, moving in and out of my ass, and when he releases my hair and brings his other thumb to my mouth, I know what’s coming.

“That’s it… you look so damn pretty with my fingers stretching this tight hole.”

Not sure if I feel pretty, but I sure do feel goddamn good. My moans are getting hungrier and hungrier, demanding more, because having him fill me this way is a whole different type of ecstasy. I bring my fingers to my clit, pressing against it as he drives into me and mere seconds pass before I’m screaming like a little whore, coming on his cock and the delicious feel of him in my ass.

I collapse on the bed as he pulls out of me, but he barely gives me any time to breathe before he climbs behind me.

“Come to me.” He pulls me onto his body, my back to his front, dragging his hands all over my flesh, kneading and rubbing as I relax deeper into his body. “I’m nowhere near done with you,” he whispers.

My eyes would dart open, but I’m blindfolded and it makes no difference.

“On your knees, Little Eve, straddle me.”

“You’re gonna kill me tonight, aren’t you?” I laugh.

“Hopefully not. I need you.”

I laugh, but I’m interrupted by the sound of something squirting.

“Is that…?”

It is. I can hear it as he rubs it on his cock, and then the cold feel of that lube on my ass. I relax as he dips inside again, and damn that feels so damn good. Only I know what’s coming, and I can’t help being a little apprehensive about his thick cock. I don’t have time to linger on that thought though, as he pulls out and grips my waist, guiding me until my ass is higher, right where he wants me. And where I crave to be. He releases me, and suddenly I can feel the tip of him against my ass, but I appreciate the position. I can take my time. As I press down, there’s a different type of pleasure that stems from this. The lube makes it easier, and I’m probably not halfway in when I realize the pain is just as pleasurable, so I press harder, drawing on it, reveling in the curses that come from the man beneath me.

“It’s too much…” I moan.

“Oh, you can take it.”

“I didn’t say I couldn’t.” I smirk, and he groans beneath me just as my ass hits his hips. I’m so fucking full. Deliciously so.

He pulls me against him, and I prop on my elbows as much as I can on either side of him, pulling my legs from under me, planting my feet next to his thighs, so I can still hold myself up. I roll my hips onto him, slower, adjusting to the fullness of him, moaning harder as the rhythm quickens. He grips my waist, holding me up, and starts moving, faster, harder, and there’s no pain, no discomfort, just a delicious tightness.

“Do you trust me?” His tone startles me from this reverie. It’s wicked, but firm, and I feel all too aware. My skin sizzles, my nipples perking up under the lace of my bra.

“Y… yes.”

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