Page 65 of Judgment Day

I let go of her hair and stroked her cheek. Her lips were swollen, her face stained with tears. It was so fucking beautiful I could barely breathe.

“Come here,” I said, and she stood up. I gripped her chin, then brought my mouth to hers, taking her tongue, stealing her breath, consuming her soul in this one kiss. And when I pulled away, I kept taking, possessed by need. To take and take and own. The demons inside were awake and hungry. Rabid. Uncaged and baring their teeth. Fuck, I needed her.

I scraped my teeth along her jaw, nipping the delicate skin there. My cock throbbed with the need to be inside her. I bit down harder when I got to her neck, and she tilted her head to one side, offering me more.Jesus.

“My sweet girl, you have no idea what I’m going to do to you.” I reached down and slid my hand over her ass, plump and firm, but soft, then squeezed.

Her lips parted. Her eyes were dark. “Then show me.”

This was it. We were speeding down a dark road with no brakes.

I groaned. Gripped harder. “I want to split you in two. Fuck your ass and tear you apart.” I shoved a finger in her tight cunt and her body arched into me. So wet. So perfectly pliant. “I want it to hurt so bad tears fall from your eyes. And I want it to feel so good you beg me for more.” My thumb circled her clit. I added another finger. The slick sound of me working her pussy made my dick throb against her skin. Drops of precum coated her belly, leaving a sticky trail between our bodies. “Jesus Christ. Do you feel yourself, dove? Feel the way you clench around my fingers.” My other hand palmed her tit, kneading her hard and rough. “I want your screams and your moans. I want you covered in cum and I want to make you taste yourself on my lips.” I pulled at her ripe little nipple, and she sucked in a gasp. “Say the word if you want me to stop.” She pulled her lip between her teeth. “Good girl.” I slid my fingers out of her, letting my middle finger run over her clit, then brought them to her mouth. She opened up for me, curling her tongue and sucking me in.Fuck.I let go of her nipple, then swatted her ass. “Now get on the fucking bed.”

She moved to the bed, lying on her back with her feet on the comforter and knees pulled up.

“Spread your legs. I want to see my cunt.” Fuck, she was perfect, all smooth pink flesh, swollen from my touch and her need. “Turn over. On your hands and knees.”

She obeyed without a word, propping herself up on her elbows and knees. Her head fell forward. Her long hair draped like a curtain around her. I couldn’t wait to wrap it around my fist and pound into her from behind.

I ran my finger up the slick seam of her pussy, and she whined. I did it again, sliding deeper between her lips this time. Then again, going deeper, rubbing her harder. She pushed back against my hand, and I slapped her ass, reminding her who was in control.

“Not yet. I want to play.” I flattened my hand and rubbed it up and down her cunt, dipping my middle finger between her lips, pressing it against her clit, then down to her tight little ass. She was so wet, so deliciously open and vulnerable for me. I leaned in and nipped that place where her thigh was supple and soft, right in the apex.

Soft moans left her lips like a song, a prayer, a lyrical declaration of her need to be fucked. I got on my knees behind her and answered that prayer, rubbing the head of my cock at her entrance. She pushed back, and I gripped her hip. I teased her again, gliding from her clit to her asshole, then pushing the flared head inside—just the head.

“Grey, fuck.” Her voice was strangled, pleading. “Please.” She looked back at me. “I need it.”

That was all it took. I slammed all the way in with one thrust, hitting her deep inside. She jolted forward with a gasp, then gripped the comforter in her fists. Searing, blistering heat burned in my stomach, at the base of my spine, all the way to my toes.

The demons raged.

I fucked.

The darkness of the void shredded through my body, releasing itself with every thrust, every pound of my flesh against hers. I fucked her so hard she fell forward, burying her face in the pillow at her head, letting it muffle her screams. She tried crawling up the bed, moving away from me, away from the force of my wrath. But I gripped her hip harder, bruising her flesh and holding her in place.

“Say the word. If you need me to stop, say the fucking word.”

She shook her head, violently, defiantly.

I moved my hand to her back, running it up her spine, soothing her in a gentle contrast to the way I fucked her. “That’s my girl.”

I slowed my pace, easing out of her, watching as my dick glistened with her wetness, mesmerized at the way she opened and stretched around me. I grabbed her ass with both hands, spreading her cheeks apart as I moved my hips and slid my cock between the crack. She quivered against me, so open, so exposed, so fucking wet.

“Does my filthy girl like that?” I pressed the head against her pleated hole. “Would you like me here?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.” She whimpered when I pressed harder. “I want you there.”

I gathered a mouthful of saliva, then spit, watching as a wet trail fell from my mouth to her ass. I spread it around with the crown of my cock, then eased inside. She shamelessly pushed back, inviting me to go deeper. I let out a growl as she swallowed me up, grinding against me like a greedy little thing. I smoothed a hand over one side of her ass and ran the other up her back and into her hair.

“That’s my dove. Take it like a good girl.” My fingers threaded in her locks, then I tugged her head back. She was so tight and hot, and I had to remind myself to go slow. For now. I pushed deeper inside. Then deeper. Thick inch after thick inch. I watched as her hands clenched the covers and groaned when she screamed into the pillow again. But I couldn’t stop. The feeling of her clenching around me, gripping me like a vice… Fuck.

“So fucking tight. So fucking filthy.” I moved faster, fucking her with rhythmic, steady strokes. Stretching her, filling her. Taking and taking. My grip in her hair tightened. Her breath came in heavy, labored pants. Her sweet ass milked and squeezed and begged for my cock. And fuck, if this wasn’t heaven, I didn’t know what was.

I slid my hand from her ass to her firm little clit, swollen and needy, bringing her over the edge. She panted and quivered and shuddered against my fingers. “Fuck. Grey. Holy fuck, holy fuck.”

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