Page 67 of That Sik Luv

“I’m your whore!” she screams in agitation. “Please...just—”

I press into her, filling her with a forceful thrust, only making it halfway in from the tight friction. She cries out into the ground, her wrists pulling against the belt. Wrapping my hand over the belt, I use it as an anchor to pull out, then drive into her deeper.

My mouth drops open as I sink deep until my balls sit flush against her from behind. I begin to lose myself from her tight grip around me, feeling light-headed and a fucking mess of emotions I’m not prepared to wrap my head around.

I fuck her face into the dirt as intended. I fuck her out in these woods, in the daylight, like a goddamn animal. I fuck her until she brings out the worst in me, the vile, disturbing humiliation, and disrespect I feel the need to use to break the last part of good living within her pure little heart.

I want her to cry. I want her to feel everything all at once and drown in the flood of emotions. I want it to overwhelm her until she breaks. I want to choke out the life she knew and breathe an entirely new life into her. I want to save her soul by obliterating it completely.

“Oh...I’m gonna—”

I pull out quickly, not giving her the satisfaction of finishing just yet. I’m not done getting her dirty.

Spreading her open with both hands, I spit down on her tight little asshole again, rubbing it up along the soft white flesh of her glorious curves, before pressing my thumb against the opening.

“No, please...” She tenses up.

I know she’s scared to try. Scared to do the dirty things they don’t talk about. But Briony does best if I push her into experiences I know deep down she’s wanting to try, pleasures she doesn’t even understand yet. I slide the crown of my cock back into her, letting her choke the tip before pushing the shaft deeper. Pressing my thumb more firmly against her opening, she pulls her wrists against the belt, murmuring useless nonsense into the ground.

“Shut the fuck up, and focus on my cock,” I groan, as she spasms around me, her muscles clenching and unclenching.

She breathes through her lips, nervousness written all over her panicked, dirt-covered face. She finally sighs, giving a single nod, calming herself.

“There you go. Relax for me,” I breathe. “Good girl.”

Her throat hums softly at the praise I give her.

“I want you to come around me as I finger fuck your ass.”

Tightening around me again, I almost lose it. She gets off on the dirty words I use to talk down to her; gets pleasure from my filthy mouth alone.

I slowly sink my digit deep into her tight hole, needing to face the sky and take a breath to control myself. She moans wildly, a deep throaty kind of moan that insinuates the beautiful combination of pain and pleasure.

“Let go of your mind,” I growl, trying to hold it together, feeling her slowly loosen up and relax. “Find your heaven right here with me.”

Picking up the pace again, I hold my thumb deep to the knuckle while the sounds of wet, sloppy sex echo off the trees around us as I fuck her wildly.

“God, yes,” she moans, and I lean over her back, using my palm to push her face down into the ground. She squints her eyes as the dust and sand gets in her mouth. “I’m here. It’s here.”

“Hurry,” I rush. “Come baby, I’m fucking losing it.”

She finally locks up, shuddering around me as her walls clamp and release, pulsating in beautiful perfection. Her ass grips my thumb, pulling it deeper as she convulses beneath me, releasing feral-sounding cries, slicing like a sharp blade through the silence of the forest.

I explode in her, releasing myself before pulling out and spurting the rest of my cum in hot waves all over her puckered ass. Our frenzied breaths echo one another’s as the blissful sensation travels throughout my loose limbs. Catching my breath, I stare down at her, face down, with her thighs trembling in the aftermath of the orgasm that ripped through her entire core. My cum leaks down her swollen labia, a string dripping down to the dirt. Taking the remnants of my release, I slowly push it into her ass, enjoying the sensation of the tight sphincter around my finger before leaning over her again.

“You own me, Briony. Just as I’ll own every part of you.”

She moans lightly, her eyelids drooping, and I know it’s rest she needs more than anything.

Undoing her wrists, her arms fall flat to the ground beside her. She’s entirely spent. I’ve drained my poor doll emotionally, mentally, and physically to the point of exhaustion. After adjusting myself back in my pants, I bend down and scoop her up into my arms.

Her dirty little face falls against my chest, a stick stuck in her hair. She is giving me a raw vulnerability that I find myself craving. I’d always hoped she’d be the one I needed, that her strength, resilience, and intelligence would outweigh the toxic men attempting to warp her innocent mind. But what she’s giving me back is unlike anything I’d expected. I exist only for her now. I’ll fucking kill Briony if she ever tries to leave me, then end my miserable fucking life right alongside her. It’s as easy as that.

I walk her up to my cabin as her soft little hand brushes against the skin of my neck.

“Show me,” she whispers, her angelic blue eyes fluttering open to focus on mine. Her fingers touch the black paint on my face, smearing it down from my jaw to my neck. “I’m ready.”

The words, so simple, yet their meaning, so complex.

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