Page 99 of Sinister Legacy
She’s pulsing around me rhythmically as I begin to pound her tight cunt, giving zero shits that her hip bones crash against the bathtub’s edge with every brutal, feral thrust.
I yank her head back up, fucking her while she inhales sharp, gasping breaths amidst coughing and spluttering.
“Do it again,” she whispers, her voice so haunted, I almost lose my shit. This girl is fucking perfect. “Drown me.”
“Ask nicely, and I’ll consider it.” My hand slides from her hair to her neck, and I curl my fingers around the slender column. Her pulse is thundering beneath my fingertips, and her knuckles turn white on the tub’s edge.
I slam into her so hard that she yelps.
“Please, King, drown me while you fuck me.”
“With pleasure.” I push her back down, fucking her harder.
The sounds of her wet cunt, the splashing of the water, and my deep grunts create a symphony of animalistic desire. Of demented pleasure and twisted kinks that would make most people squirm with unease and clutch their pearl necklaces. My little whore thrives on the depraved and of having her power confiscated. Even now, with her face submerged beneath the surface and her greedy cunt swallowing my dick, she weeps with relief. That’s what humiliation and degradation bring her—euphoric relief from her demons.
Sliding my hand from around her neck, I pull her exhausted body from the bath.
I strip her out of her jeans, spread her over my lap on the soaking floor, and band my arms around her trembling body. “You did so fucking well, baby. So fucking well.”
Her heart races against my chest as I lift her hips and sink back inside her.
“I’m so fucking proud of you,” I whisper in her ear. “You’re fucking perfect.”
Keira slides her wet arms around my sweaty neck and holds on tight while I fuck her sweet cunt.
“Thank you, King,” she breathes out, her breath tickling my throat. “Thank you for leashing my demons.”
“My demons play nicely with yours.” I place a kiss on her temple.
We fuck and fuck.
Nice and slow.
Deep and unhurried.
Her lips find mine in a searing kiss, and her soft tits inside her damp sweater press up against my chest.
Pulling down the collar, I pepper her shoulder with biting kisses. “I love how fucking good you feel wrapped around me, baby. It’s like you were made for me.”
“I want you to force yourself on me,” she whispers quietly against my lips, as though she’s nervous. “I want you to hurt me.”
Fuck me… This girl…
“You’re tired, baby,” I point out, unsure why I’m suddenly so concerned about her well-being. I like this girl a fucking lot. I don’t want to hurt her.
Not for real.
“Please,” she pleads.
I tap her bare ass in a silent command to stand up, and she obediently climbs off my lap, her eyes skating down to my erect, glistening cock.
I draw my leg up and rest my arm on my knee. “Run, babe.”
Despite how tired she is and how much her legs tremble, she darts for the door and wrenches it open. Then she’s gone, and my lips kick up in a smile as I climb to my feet.
Unlike her, I’m not tired.
I’m so fucking amped up on the adrenaline of chasing and fucking my little rabbit that if she wants to play, I’ll fuck her all night long, while her mom sips cheap martinis with her friend.
