Page 32 of Be My Sinner

His face finds the slope of my neck, and his teeth dig in, biting down hard on my flesh. My nipples harden painfully at the hint of sharp pain, and I can feel the electricity of my orgasm rushing down my spine. His pelvis grinds against my clit, each bump sending me further into the waves of bliss. His lips move down my chest and meet the top of my breasts, where his teeth bite down once again, and that’s all it takes.

The orgasm barrels through me, a high-pitched scream leaving my lips as Sammy continues to fuck me hard through the waves. His lips meet mine in a messy, soul-sucking kiss that has me feeling lightheaded, and seeing shimmering colors before my eyes.

He cums with a loud roar that causes birds to flee the trees for the safety of the air. Even then, his hips continue to move against mine, until every last drop of his cum is saturating and painting the inside of my womb.

His breathing is harsh as he takes huge gulps of air and falls with his heavy weight on top of me, crushing me further into the ground. “You’re…going…to…be the…death of…me,” he grunts against my neck. I can feel his heart racing in his chest, pressed against mine.

“It’s…not…my…fault…you’re an…old…man,” I pant.

Our sweat-slicked and dirt-covered bodies slide across each other. I feel his cock twitching inside my pussy, and just like that, I know he’s not anywhere near done with me. He pulls out from inside of my swollen core, and pulls his body up and off of mine. His hand reaches for me, grabbing and hauling me to my feet before pulling me towards a fallen tree trunk.

“Bend over the trunk and place your hands on the back of your head, Dinah.” He shoves my body forward, and his large palm meets the middle of my back, forcing me to bend at the waist and over the large downed tree. The bark is rough against my battered, bruised, and overstimulated skin. I lean forward until my breasts and stomach are pressed tightly against the harsh bark, and interlace my hands on the back of my head.

“What did I tell you I would do when I caught you?” His voice vibrates off my heated skin as his lips trail across my right shoulder, before his teeth scrap across my flesh.

“Fuck me,” I answer with a breathless whisper.

“And?” He questions.

“Carve…my skin.” I can feel the wetness of our combined release sliding from inside of me and coating my upper thighs that I am desperately clenching closed.

“That’s right, baby. What should I carve into this pretty flesh, hmmm?” He licks a line from one shoulder blade to the other as his hand makes its way down my spine and squeezes my asscheek in his firm grip.

I don’t bother replying, it doesn’t matter what he carves, as long as I feel the heat of his body and he makes me cum while he does it. The need inside of me is already rising once again, filling my body with molten lava, and the desire to explode like a million shards of priceless glass.

I hear the rustle of fabric and the metallic clink of his pocket blade sliding open. I anxiously squirm against the tree’s bark, scraping more of my skin in the process. I love how sharp that blade is, how it feels as its cool metal slides across the planes of my skin. Goosebumps erupt all over my body, causing the hair on the back of my neck and arms to stand on end.

“Raise your ass, and spread your legs, so I can see my cum dripping out of your perfect cunt.” He moves back, giving me space to raise my hips and present my soaked hole to his waiting eyes. “Fuck, that’s a beautiful dirty pussy, Nightstar. You look stunning dripping for me.”

He trails his fingers through the slickened mess leaving my core, and I feel the metal handle of the blade sliding between my folds. He coats it in our combined cum and then pushes it slowly inside my puckered hole, fucking me with short quick strokes as his hard, throbbing cock slides back inside my pussy. “Look at how well you take both your holes filled, baby. You’re such a perfect slut. My good, dirty girl.”

My body is a live wire, overwhelmed with all the various sensations. I can feel the cool air against my hot, sweaty skin, the rough bark of the tree digging into my breasts and shoulders. The feel of my silky, thick hair entangled in my fingers, and the heat coming off of Sammy’s body as it presses against mine with each stroke of his cock pushing inside of me.

The blade handle’s cool metal is warming inside my tight asshole as I clench around it. It’s almost all too much. My eyes close and roll to the back of my head as each sensation brings me higher and higher, forcing me to rise up an impossible mountain ridge, where I will have to plunge down. It is a rollercoaster ride of emotions and pleasure that I welcome. My heart feels like it will jump out of my chest, and every nerve ending is firing with sparks.

Sammy picks up speed, fucking me with his cock and with the blade, both working together in tandem to bring me to the pinnacle of completion. “Please!” I beg, the word ripped from my lips. I don’t even know if I am begging to come, for his blade to split my skin, or for my own sanity.

“What do you need, Nightstar?” His harsh growl sounds more like a wolf baring its teeth. The sound is being ripped from his throat as he stops the blade handle from fucking me. He pulls it out, and a whimper leaves my lips. The lapse of sensation inside me makes me want to beg him to put it back inside my tight, breached hole.

The first sting of the end of the sharp blade feels like a bird soaring in the sky.Freedom. Exhilaration.He presses it down on my asscheek as he continues to fuck my pussy with powerful strokes. The blade point digs and moves along my skin, and I can feel the wet sensation of blood welling and dripping down my ass towards the ground. I can’t tell what he’s carving, but whatever it is, the letters are moving across my slick skin.

The pain is almost too much, combined with how hard he’s fucking me. Despite the dopamine hitting my system, my body feels the cuts and pains all over my skin. Just as I’m about to explode again around him, he plunges the handle of the blade back inside my clenching ass and fucks me hard with it.I let go.Euphoria crests over me, and takes me for a powerful, thrilling ride.

My whole body is tightening and then spasming, and wetness leaks out of my core, soaking his cock and balls and the ground below us. A scream is ripped from my chest as I release my hands from behind my head, and brace to prevent my face from crashing into the tree and smashing all my teeth.

Another roar fills the air as Sammy cums inside of my clenching hole. He pulls the blade from my ass and drops it on the ground next to him, the sound loud in the silent forest. His sweat-soaked body drapes across mine, blanketing me with warmth, heavy weight, and the fantastic scent of a sweaty, satisfied man.

“Fuck, Dinah. So good, baby. So fucking good.” He kisses the back of my neck, then my jaw, cheek, and finally, his lips meet mine in a tender kiss that is all passion without any of the violence we just left here on the forest floor.

All too soon, he’s pulling back from me with a grunt and helping me off of the trunk. My legs sway and tremble momentarily, my head feeling lightheaded from all of the delicious violent fucking. A huge grin greets me when I finally get a look at him. He’s covered in dirt, his dark blonde hair looking like a rat’s nest, and his blue eyes sparkling with enjoyment.

“I see someone is enjoying their moment of depravity,” I sniff, wiping some of the dirt off my chest and stomach.

“Like you didn’t, Nightstar. You can’t fool me. You’re just as depraved and dirty as I am.”

I don’t answer him with words, rolling my eyes and allowing the smile I’m trying to hide loose from its confines. “What did you carve?” I question with curiosity and try to turn my body to get a glimpse of my asscheek, which now is stinging like a motherfucker.

The word‘MINE’is carved into the flesh of my skin in neat, crisp lines. A gruff moan leaves my lips at the audacity of him writing that on my body, while inside, I’m preening like a fucking peacock. “You’re a caveman, Samuel Wendover.”

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