Page 65 of Unravelling The Beast

When I draw back, I creep up her body and snatch her face, squeezing her cheeks and forcing her to open her mouth. As she does, I lower my face close to hers and spit her own come into her mouth before kissing her deeply, forcing her to taste how delicious she is.

We continue to devour each other while I slip my arm around her lower back and my other hand over the back of her thigh, effortlessly lifting her off the floor. As I walk with her, she circles me with her arms and legs, panting into the crook of my neck as I squeeze her juicy ass into my hands before spreading her cheeks wide.

Once he has carried me to the living room, he flips on the light switch, causing my eyes to squint from the sudden brightness. As soon as he lowers me to my feet in front of him, our gazes lock for the first time since this whole twisted game began tonight.

He rakes his fingers through my hair near my ears before gripping tightly and easing my head back, his lips close to mine. He stares into my eyes with wild need, and I'm almost certain I am the same. When his lips collide with mine, we kiss hungrily, consuming each other, his tongue driving deep into my throat repeatedly.

When he starts walking me backward, I sneak my palms beneath his shirt to feel his toned, tattooed abs, but as soon as the backs of my knees meet the couch, he places his hands on my shoulders, breaking the kiss and forcing me to sit down.

He stands between my open thighs, reaches his arm above his head and drags his t-shirt up his body. I watch as it gradually rises, revealing his inked skin, and when he tosses it to the side, we find eye contact again and my toes almost curl because of the way he stares down at me with such intensity.

He gathers all my long, thick hair in a ponytail and holds it in one hand while pressing the other inside of his pants and flopping his big cock out.

"Suck it like you're fucking starving for it; show me what a bad little slut you are."

I approach his cock with my mouth wide open, then wrap my lips around the pierced tip and suck my way down his full length until he hits the back of my throat, pulling a growl from him.

I suck the life out of him while caressing his balls with my palm and occasionally teasing his piercing with my tongue. As he surrenders all control, he lets out small gasps and grunts of pleasure, letting me know that I'm doing a good job. When I start jerking him off and licking his balls, I know I've pushed him over the brink because he yanks my hair back, stopping me.

As I lick my lips, his dark eyes lure me in, and he flashes me the smallest smirk that I rarely see, but when his expression becomes serious again, he forces me to my feet by my hair.

When he releases my hair, he turns me around before tugging my torn dress down my arms, leaving me completely naked. He clutches the nape of my neck and bends me over the couch, pressing my face into the soft cushions.

I raise my knees on it as he maintains a strong grasp before pushing my thighs apart with his knees.

“Stay the fuck there, and don't move.”

When he walks away from me, my ass and pussy are on full display in the air, but I still stay as he instructed me to. I hear him rummaging through a kitchen drawer, and when he clearly finds what he's looking for, he returns.

He snatches both of my wrists and starts wrapping something plastic around them, but as soon as I hear a zip and they tighten brutally, I realize he has bound me with a zip tie.

“Is that really necessary?”

He immediately spanks the side of my ass without warning, and my toes crunch as a squeal escapes me.

“Next time you ask such stupid fucking shit, it'll be my belt across your ass.”

I decide to stop giving him any more attitude while biting down on my tongue and the large area on my cheek begins to throb. He lets out a deep growl as he squeezes my ass with his palms, and then I feel his pierced tip rub up and down my pussy and ass, as if he's debating which hole to fuck first, and at this point, I couldn't care less because as long as his big dick is somewhere in me, pleasuring me, I'm satisfied.

When he suddenly slips his cock into my pussy, I let out a small scream, but he reaches down and places his hand firmly on the nape of my neck, his teeth clenched.

“I didn't say anything about screaming for me yet, slut. Shut the fuck up.”

He yanks my hair back before pressing my face down into the couch, making it impossible for me to scream anymore. While keeping his palm on the back of my head, he wraps his fingers around the cable tie with his other hand, pulling tightly on it toward him to outstretch my arms.

He begins thrusting his cock into me slowly, but pressing deep with each strike. As I feel the piercing of his cock rubbing against the walls of my wet pussy, I moan into the couch.

When he cranks up the pace, he slams into me with such power that I fear my spine will snap.

As he removes his hand from the back of my head, I turn my face to the side to take a gasp of breath.

He bends over my body, placing his hands on the couch above me, forcing my back to curve even more brutally and I can't help but cry out when he penetrates at a much deeper angle.

"Oh, fuck!”

He growls above me, breathless.

"Yeah, oh, fuck."

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