Page 24 of Nightmare

Fuck.

Fuck, that’s so damn dirty, but it feels so damn good.

“Listen to you, moaning for it like a needy little slut,” he says, rolling the tip of his cold tongue over my hole. “You like it when I eat this pretty ass?”

I nod, and he keeps going, fucking his fingers into my pussy at the same time. Still holding the toy, he moves it back to my hole and uses it to open me up more, pausing every few seconds to come at me with his tongue again.

“Atty…”

“Is it ready for me?” he asks, his low voice vibrating against my flesh.

I nod again, knowing this was coming. He loves fucking me there, not just because of how tight he says it is, but because he knows I love it just as much. I don’t know what it is about having his dick in my ass, especially from this angle, but it drives me crazy every time.

I feel him move, and then his thighs are pressed against the backs of mine, his left hand holding my hip as he uses the other one to tease me with the tip of his cock. He spits on us both before he pushes it in so slowly—so slowly I could kill him. I tell myself to breathe and curl my nails into the dirt beneath me, waiting for more. He gives it to me, and then he’s finally all the way inside, and I can feel every hard inch of him in my ass.

“Fuck.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” I say on a whimper, already feeling myself clenching around him. “Atty, move.”

“I think you should beg me again,” he taunts. “You look so pretty when you beg.”

“I will stab you in your sleep,” I grit out, making him laugh.

He pulls out about an inch before fucking it back in, gently at first, and then he sets a steady pace and really gets going. His hands are all over me, roughly grabbing my waist, my thighs, my ass. I know he’s doing it just so he can see the bruises on me tomorrow, but I don’t care. I’m fully aware how twisted it is, but I want that just as much as he does. I want him to make me feel him for days after we’re done here.

Pushing myself up from my hands and knees, I press my back to his front and take his hand, placing it between my breasts and moving it up to my neck. He hesitates, just for a second, and then he tightens his grip and pulls my head back on his shoulder.

“You want me to choke you, dirty girl?” he asks in my ear, his barely there control slipping.

“Make it hurt a bit.”

He growls out a curse and twists the chain I’m wearing between his fingers. With one hand clutching my stomach, he squeezes my throat with his necklace until I can feel the pendant biting at my flesh. Turning my face, he takes my lip between his teeth and bites down on it, not letting up when I cry out over his mouth.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he says. “You were fucking made for me, Violet.”

I breathe in as much air as he’s allowing me and nod, my eyes rolling back when he reaches down to play with my pussy. It’s awkward at this angle, but he makes it work, hooking his fingers inside me before he pulls them out and rubs them over my clit.

“Oh shit,” I croak, voice raspy from being strangled. “Atty, you’re gonna make me come.”

He chokes me harder until I can’t see anything in front of me anymore. All I can do is feel as he fucks his cock into me and pushes me over the edge.

“God, I love your ass,” he groans, and then he’s coming too, locking his arm around my middle so hard I’m sure he’s trying to crush me to death. “Fuck…”

I cough and splutter, and he stills before he finally lets me go. I fall forward and catch myself on my hands, feeling his eyes on me as he pulls out and watches him cum drip out of my hole and down to my pussy. He mutters something I don’t catch, and I drop my face to my forearms, ready to fall asleep right here with my bare ass in the air.

“Baby,” he says, loud enough for me to hear it this time. “You still with me?”

“I don’t know where the fuck I am, Atty.”

He chuckles and carefully picks me up to turn me around. He pulls his shirt back down to cover my thighs, and I lie on the ground with a grimace, suddenly hurting all over. Our knees are raw and my lip feels like it’s swollen where he bit me, but I don’t even bother pretending to be pissed about it. I just close my eyes and curl up into his side, smiling to myself at his familiar warmth and his scent wrapped around me.

The way it’s supposed to be…

CHAPTER 11

ATTICUS

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