Page 15 of Nightmare

Forcing myself to stop thinking so much, I crawl over him on my hands and knees and swing my leg over his body, sitting on his legs to undo the button on his jeans. He doesn’t help me take his cock out or even bother to lift his ass. He just holds on to my thighs and sucks on his bottom lip, devouring my body with his eyes. I’m pretty sure I’m covered in dirt, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He likes me like this—filthy—especially when he’s the cause, and I know he’s thinking about all the other places he could leave his mark on me tonight, whether it be with his teeth or his hands. The thought makes me shiver.

“Are you cold?” he asks, knowing that’s not the reason.

“Shut up.”

He grins like a madman, groaning when I pull his dick out of his pants and dip my head to spit on it. “Fuck, baby. Do that again.”

I do, stroking it in my fist a few times to cover it with my saliva. He clenches his jaw and digs his fingertips into my flesh, like it’s killing him to lie there and do nothing. I know this is meant to be a punishment for me, but he’s making me feel like a fucking queen.

Leaving my clothes exactly as they are, I lift my skirt and move forward on my knees, lowering myself down to rub my pussy on his cock. I haven’t had him inside me for over half a year, and even though I’m sure it won’t hurt as much as it did the first time, I still sink down on him slowly, just the tip at first to test the waters.

“Don’t be a cock tease, Vi,” he warns. “I’ll hurt you.”

“But I like it when you make it hurt,” I say sweetly, throwing his own words back at him from earlier.

He moves like he’s about to grab me, so I wrap my hand around his throat like he’s done to me so many times, shoving his head down against the ground. He grunts, and I grind down on him the rest of the way, until there’s not an inch of space left between us.

“God…” he whispers, more to himself than me. “Move.”

Knowing that part is for me, I give us what we both want and move my hips on him, pushing my ass out to rub my clit on his pelvis. I’ve always loved this position, but I really don’t have the thighs for it, and the way he’s looking at me right now is distracting as fuck.

“I love it when you ride me like this,” he moans, squeezing my hip and guiding me back and forth. “You’re so pretty, baby.”

Fuck my heart, the praise-loving little whore.

“Will you stop talking?”

He lets out a quiet laugh, leaning up on one elbow to grab my ass with his free hand. “You sure you don’t wanna hear it?”

“I’m sure.”

“You don’t wanna hear how hot I think it is when you use me? When you grind this wet little pussy on my cock like it’s your own personal fuck toy?”

“No.”

“What if I tell you how many times I moaned your name into my pillow when I was in prison?” He keeps going, turning my face to put his mouth next to my ear. “On one of the nights you hung up on my call, I fucked my own hand and pretended it was your throat. I thought about stuffing you with my dick until you couldn’t breathe. Right here,” he adds, tapping his finger against the base of my neck. “I came so fucking hard, Vi. It was everywhere.”

I whimper and rock myself on him faster, using my fingers to play with my clit, desperate to find release. But he’s still not moving, and I can’t get the angle right.

“Come on, baby,” he urges. “You can do it.”

“I can’t,” I whine, dropping my face to his neck. “Atty, fuck me back.”

“Not until you beg me for it.”

“Please,” I say without argument. “I’m sorry I left you in there. Please, Atty.”

“Tell me you still love me.”

I growl and bash my fist into his chest. “That’s not part of the fucking game.”

“My game,” he taunts, nipping at my cheek. “My rules.”

I heave out an aggravated breath and push him back down, looking right at him and digging my sharp nails into his flesh. “I still love you, okay? It doesn’t matter wh—”

Before I can finish, he grabs the back of my head with one hand and my ass with the other, pulling me down and holding me tight against him as he fucks up into me. Hard. I cry out and put my arms on the ground either side of his head, trying to hold myself steady, my thighs tightening as I feel myself coming all over his cock.

“Keep going,” he orders halfway through my orgasm. “It doesn’t matter…”

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