Page 66 of That Sik Luv

A low, choking moan leaves her throat as she whimpers.

“But first,” I say, putting my forearm out before her face, showcasing the cut from the confessional. “Heal your harm.”

Her skin is flushed up along her neck, and dewy perspiration coats her in a slick sheen while black strands of hair dangle in a mess before her face. Her tongue dips out of her mouth as she licks my wound. My cock surges at the sight, and I feel the sensation of her warm, wet tongue against my skin as I close my eyes tightly, pressing my erection against the crease of her ass, settling it between her cheeks.

My balls draw up, tight and painfully hard again, as if I didn’t just finish in her minutes ago. But that’s what this angel does to me. She gives me her demons and, naively assuming I’ll be the only one to bring them out of her, she finds a way to further instigate the violence of mine.

Her pink, glistening lips wrap around my skin, kissing the cut, and the sight of my blood smearing onto her bottom lip is my breaking point.

“Hands. Behind your back.”

With her cheek against the cold dirt of the earth, she obeys me, bringing her wrists to her lower back. I remove my belt and tighten it around her dainty little wrists, making sure the leather digs roughly into her flesh.

“We’re not like them, Briony,” I whisper, flipping her skirt up to her lower back, exposing her wet and stretched out panties. I tear them at the hip, pulling them down the thigh of her other leg, and inspect my gorgeous looking cunt.

She’s perfectly pink and glistening from the combination of her arousal and the aftermath of our previous fuck. Her clit is swollen and slightly red and I know after this she’ll need some care, but I’m not past the point of breaking her. Not yet.

I haven’t taken it easy on her by any means, and the best part about that is she seems to truly embrace it.

“We’re like us,” she responds, closing her eyes as the most beautiful words fall from her luscious, submissive mouth.

We’re like us.

“Fuck,” I murmur.

She’s my obsession, but more so, she’s my fucking existence. The only point of destruction I crave. Letting her own the darkness that I am, allowing her to rule over me the way a man in the most painful form of sick love can. Briony Strait is embracing the truth of who she is without even knowing it.

Lifting her hips, she gets on her knees for me on the forest floor, jutting her ass back. I spread her open before me, admiring how fucking perfect she is, before dipping my head and licking the length of her delicious cunt.

“Oh, God...” she moans breathlessly. “Aero.”

I lap her up, running my tongue between her swollen and used little lips before spreading her further and spitting down on the puckered little hole of her ass, admiring her raw beauty.

“Same thing, sweetheart.”

Her pussy clenches and pulses for me. She’s eager for me the way she should be. The way I am for her. I run my fingers along her slit, pushing one of them inside her warm center. She gasps, tilting her hips back, angling herself further.

I slowly remove the digit, looking down at the mix of cum still residing within her.

“You’ll get used to it,” I say, bringing the finger to my lip to lick the delicious concoction. “My cum always leaking from you.”

I push the finger back in and she bucks her hips again. Pulling it out of the tight little hole with a wet-sounding pop, I pull on her restrained wrists on her lower back, lifting her upright.

“Open,” I whisper along her temple.

Her lips part and she sticks her tongue out to sample our delicacy. Closing her lips around the finger, her voice hums around it. I trail the wet finger down her chin, down her neck, settling it over her raging heart. I grip the edge of her white buttoned shirt, ripping it open before pulling down the edge of her bra and exposing her breasts to the nature around us.

“Filthy little whore, you are,” I say, squeezing the full, perky breast in my hand before slapping the side of it.

I grip the back of her neck and push her front half back down into the dirt again, using my other hand to free myself from my pants.

“Tell me you’re my whore, Briony,” I say, fisting my cock in my palm and groaning at the sight of her plump, white ass open and ready before me. Pre-cum seeps from my tip, and I clench my jaw in anticipation of the warmth I’m about to dive into.

“I’m your whore,” she whispers, her cheek driving into the dirt.

“Louder,” I demand, running my cock up and down along her clit, toying the swollen bud with my barbell. “Scream it from your weak little throat.”

Her pussy pulses, craving attention.

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