“What?” he asked again callously. “What?”
Of course, I couldn’t answer. There was simply nothing to say.
He began slowly rubbing his hands up and down the length of my back then, and I was surprised by the ferocity he was able to communicate through his touch alone. His fingers weren’t hard, demanding, or insistent. In fact, they were once again almost gentle. But they transmitted a raw, primal power – something that radiated out of him and into me, conveying his brutal strength and immeasurable intensity. Once again, I began to shiver.
He moved his hands down to my feet, reaching back behind himself and touching my soles, then heels, then ankles. His rough palms bumped up over my toned calves, then he paused and his fingertips stroked the creases at the backs of my knees. My heart began to double-tap as it pounded wildly against my chest. I began to have to struggle to breathe, and found myself panting shallowly.
He dragged his hands up my wide-open thighs, twisting inwards to touch my hot, wet core, then outwards to touch my ass. There, he spread me, and I squirmed under his gaze as he studied my most private of all places from top to bottom.
Releasing me, he reached up and gripped my hips, his fingers digging into me aggressively. “Mine,” he said with finality as he clenched his hands around my sharp bones and forcefully shook me. “Mine.” He’d hardly moved me at all, just jostled me slightly where I crouched, propped atop the pillows. But it had been like a dog bearing down on a bloody bone, grinding it between its teeth as it warningly waggled its head and growled. He was putting his stamp on me, as surely as an animal marking its still-warm kill.
He seemed reluctant to let go of my hips, but finally he did, pushing his hands down along my back, his fingers wrapped around my sides as his thumbs splayed up and grazed across my spine. At my rib cage, he paused again. “So tiny,” he said, “so slender. Why do you stay so thin, so ephemeral? Are you afraid to simply be?” It was rhetorical; he didn’t wait for an answer.
Moving his palms up further he dove them down and clenched his hands around my breasts. “So voluptuous, too,” he breathed, “so goddamn fucking ripe.” Letting go of them slowly, he brought his hands back up, pushing down on me again, smoothing my muscles and flesh as he dug his thumbs potently into my shoulder blades. Pressing, controlling, bumping across my scapulae and then over onto my collarbone. Here he kept going up, up, running both of his hands up my arms, paralleling mine.
Now his body was heavy upon me, his cock pressing against my ass as if it wanted to ram itself inside. I gulped, felt my throat bobbing again, as if I was trying to swallow a smooth, warm river-stone, worn satiny by eons of time. Adam’s right hand closed over mine, held it firmly as I desperately continued to grip the cold metal railing. His fingers dwarfed mine, his palm hotly enveloping my hand. I felt so tiny, so petite, so insignificant beneath him. Moaning, I pressed my ass back up against him before being shocked at my unbidden reaction. Certainly I wasn’t inviting him to invade me now? I wanted him, for certain, but right this instant, anxiety over the unknown was first and foremost in my mind.
“Mine,” he breathed into my ear as he kept his right hand on my wrist, anchoring me, and moved his left hand back down to my throat. Again, I gulped, feeling my neck trying desperately to move my air against his constricting palm. He was choking me, controlling the very oxygen I breathed. I felt the tears on my face from a moment ago, felt his hot, hard staff riding my ass, felt his smooth, rigid chest against my back. I began to shake uncontrollably.
Suddenly, I was downright terrified. I began to struggle beneath him, pushing forwards, away from his huge, marauding erection. But that just shoved me more forcefully into his hand, driving it up against where he clutched and held me, choking me even more. I was caught, strung up like a skinned animal, stuck. I whimpered and rocked side to side.
“Let me suck you,” I whimpered as the idea quickly dawned on me. If I could fellate him, holding him inside my mouth until he came, I just might be able to take away some of this hot, molten rage that I sensed simmering right below the surface of his overly-calm façade. Then perhaps he wouldn’t fuck me so brutally. As it was, I imagined that he’d undoubtedly soon be flaying me alive.
I pushed up against his back, trying to move him off of me. I expected him to relent, because truly, what man could deny getting head? But his hand just tightened on my throat, held me steady. “Not a goddamn chance,” he growled. “You haven’t earned that, either.” He stroked my throat until I could literally hear my heartbeat pounding, pounding, the tempo bouncing hollowly along the thin membranes of my inner ears. My vision was pulsating along with the hot flow, I saw white around the edges.
“And so,” he continued languidly, “I’m going to go ahead and fuck you now.” He pressed me back against him, anchoring me to his torso with that unrelenting fist around my neck. He held it there, felt me breathing, struggling to draw in air, trying pitiably to swallow. I felt his rod getting even harder and harder against my ass. How was it possible?
Again, the fear and terror galloped through me, hurtling through every fiber in my body, chewing through blood and bone with the speed of a blazing forest fire; indiscriminately eating life and limb before it as it raged. I felt damn-near hysterical then. Jarringly and without warning, Adam let me go. He moved back off of me so quickly, I was abruptly chilled and shaking; yearning for a warmth that, remarkably, had somehow already ingrained itself within the sinews of my soul.
I started to turn around to look at him, but he barked out, “Head down.” Meekly, I complied.
He gripped my hips again, saying, “Ruby, you have two dimples, one on each side of your ass. Right in the center, parallel with your hips as if they were made for me.” Clenching his fingers into my hipbones so fiercely it hurt, he dug his thumbs down into those little dimples on both sides right now, creating two perfect hand-holds with which to control me. He’d disciplined me, scolded me, commanded me, and now, he was finally about to drive me - riding me like a beast as I came, screaming, while I cried.
“Wait, wait,” I said desperately, again just a second away from full-out panic at having a near-total stranger plow me ruthlessly from behind.
“No,” he replied. Then he put his swollen, hot shaft at the rim of my sopping wet entrance, leaned forward slightly, and thrust himself deep inside. He rammed into me so hard, I lost my grip with both of my hands, and my arms instantly skidded down between the bars. It hurt like hell on the right side, taking off some of my skin and leaving a wide swath of red; an angry, bright abrasion that I knew would turn into a purple bruise by dawn.
“Get back into place,” he barked out as he used his handholds to drag me into position. As soon as I was able, I once again snagged the bars. My chest was heaving, legs clenching against him. I could feel his meaty thighs, long, corded calves, strong feet, all pushed insistently between mine. I clamped my legs against him for all I was worth, but still, I couldn’t budge him an inch. He was inside me, opening me, holding me wide. I couldn’t push away, couldn’t move forward, couldn’t close myself off. I truly did belong to him - at least for this moment, this endless, dizzying hitch in time.
He let go of my right hip long enough to slap me twice on the ass. “I’m about to ride you until you bleed,” he said, his voice ominously calm, “and you can’t stop me.” Both of us knew that this was only true to a certain extent. I could tell him to stop. I could fight him off, tell him to get out of me, tell him to leave me be. But then it would be over. And I could no sooner let that happen than allowing myself to simply shrivel up and die. Still, his words were frightening to say the least. Even more so considering how ferociously I responded inside.
“Spread yourself,” he commanded brusquely, “wider than you are.” Whimpering, I slowly shoved my knees outwards, away from his burning-hot skin. I was flexible, so he had no idea how far I could go. But when I opened myself even more, I immediately felt his cock growing even thicker inside of me, spreading my vulva open, pushing up
even deeper into my dripping-wet hole.
“You know,” he told me tauntingly, “I’m not even halfway in yet. You sure are one tight, hot, sweet little thing. And I’m going to enjoy forcing my way up inside of you, pushing past all your body’s barriers while you beg and plead for mercy.”
I moaned, loud. His words were driving me crazy. “Lean forward as much as you can, pushing your ass up towards me,” he continued. “I want a blatant invitation to fuck you raw.”
I was faint, shaking, sweating. Hardly even able to believe I was actually doing this. Yet, doing it; I was. I moved my head down as far as it would go, mashing my breasts against the bed. The pillow beneath my sternum was now saturated, the sheets as slick and wet as my own skin. Moaning even more desperately in strangled agony, I pushed my ass up towards him, feeling a depthless maw within me go yawning open. It swallowed me fully as I capitulated to his demands. I could almost see the cruel smile of satisfaction on his handsome face behind me as he gripped my hips tighter, pulling upwards on them to further widen my already-spread privates. How much did he want of me? Better yet, how much could I give?
“Now,” he said smugly, “give it to me.” Then he began to move. Holding me in place, his thumbs digging into the dimples in my ass, he began to grind himself against me, shoving and thudding his huge rod of flesh into my tight, resistant opening. “Come on, baby,” he growled, growing impatient. “I said give it to me!”
Punching himself into my sensitive tissues, he thrust that enormous staff into me harder and harder. I felt it spearing me, cleaving me, ripping me open. It possessed me fully, and I damn well knew it. “Give it to me, give it to me,” he demanded, ramming into me so hard, my knees began to come up off the bed. It felt like I was being invaded with a cheese grater, as if his cock was tearing me up from the inside out.
“You’re hurting me,” I whimpered, my courage crumbling. Why had I done this? Why?
“Yes,” he said with sudden satisfaction. “Yes.”
I started to struggle, started to try to pull away, using the bars for leverage as I desperately wrenched my body away from him. “You’re not going anywhere,” he told me, easily dragging me right back against him with minimal effort.
“You,” I said angrily, “you…”
“That’s it, tell me.”
“You asshole, I hate you!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.
“That’s it baby, give it to me. All of it. Take your anger out on me. Tell me what you think of me. But while you do, you open that sweet little pussy right up for me. Cause I’m going to fuck it good.” He was thudding himself harder now, hammering relentlessly, rhythmically slapping his flesh brutally up against mine. “I’m going to conquer you and use you and own you,” he ground out roughly through gritted teeth as he steadily pounded away. “I’m going to hurt you so bad, you no longer have to hurt yourself. I’m going to fuck you until all of that bad shit of yours bleeds the hell away.”
And that was it then. That was what he was doing. He’d seen the scars after all. He’d read all the damage – stated and implied - in my email, of course. But now I suddenly realized that he must’ve seen the embarrassing marks on my skin as well. He was an observant son of a bitch. I didn’t know whether to be frightened of the fact that someone else knew the truth, or relieved. But as he continued thrusting himself into me, it quickly ceased to matter.
His cock was so thick, so fat, so rock-hard and enormous. It felt like it was tearing me in two. “I’m going to shove it in you so deep you taste me,” he continued cruelly, “going to ram you so hard you won’t be able to walk for days.”
Now I was into it. Suddenly, it was my entire existence. My whole body, mind, being, soul – was welcoming his aggressive assault with open arms. “Yes, yesss,” I wailed.
“Fuck that dirty little pussy,” he told me, “fuck it until you scream.”
“Yes baby, yes,” I was panting, grunting, moaning. He was ramming and plunging his cock into me, the sharp pain getting duller and duller by the moment. I could actually feel it driving the deep-seated pain right out of me, crushing it into dust, grinding it into nothingness. I practically wept with joy.
I could feel my soft, inner tissues balking, swelling as he battered me. My mind might have grasped the beauty of what he was doing for me, but my body was still resistant. It tried to somehow spit him out; my inner walls clenching spastically as he churned himself faster and faster. Then my wet, trembling flesh began tightening against him, as if it could somehow clamp down on him fiercely enough to stop his unholy invasion. But it was no use. He would have me, no matter what.
Without warning, he let go of my hip again and slapped my ass cheek hard. Smack, smack, smack, echoed brutally in the still night air. “Open that pussy,” he said gratingly. “Let me in right now.”
“I’m trying, I’m trying,” I whimpered as I realized with certain horror that he still had several inches left to go. My tender membranes were literally shredding, tearing as he plundered me. I knew they’d heal quickly, as tissues in the mouth and vagina always did, but even so, I’d still achingly feel him tomorrow, all the whole day long.
“You’re not trying hard enough,” he replied almost angrily. “I said let me in.”
My thighs were cramping, sweat and slippery wetness from inside me coating their entire upper sides. His thick staff, as it plunged and thrust into me, made a moist, smacking sound; the suction clearly audible, turning me on even more.
“Uhnn, uhnn,” I moaned. His meaty legs pushed mine out further as he let go of my hips and grabbed me by the hair once more. His left hand wound through the sweaty tresses while he took his right hand and reached around my hip – all the way over to the front. Grabbing my sex with his entire hand, he used it to angle my pelvis sharply, while at the same time, he sadistically drove deeply inside me from behind.
I screamed as he sank down into the root, his balls slapping against me for the first time. “God, god!” I shrieked, wailing like a crazed banshee as he mashed and thrust deeper and deeper into me. He was so huge, I could feel the pressure of him up against my very spine, felt my pubis being forced wider to accommodate his member, his length and girth stretching my bones to the very limit.
“That’s it,” he said with satisfaction. “Now, take me. All of me. I’m going to fuck that tight little pussy of yours until I come.”
He started slamming himself into me, thrusting in and out, flaying my tender insides. His balls began slapping rhythmically up against the base of my clitoris, and I immediately gasped out loud. Sensing what was turning me on; Adam moved his hand against my lips, insistently working his way inside. Then I felt him grabbing my quivering, swollen nub and twisting it cruelly. He kept it held there, pinched between his thumb and forefinger as he rode me mercilessly from behind.
The intensity kept jacking me higher and higher. I felt Adam wedged between my legs, forcing them open. Felt his left hand in my hair, controlling me, his fingers pulling sharply against the sodden strands. My hands were still gripped in a death-lock around those metal bars, my nipples chafed from the sheets, body sweating, stomach clenching crazily, ass shaking and wobbling as he pummeled me relentlessly.
His fingers were torturous on my clitoris. I could feel the blood pounding and pulsing there against his calloused skin. It was shuddering, twitching, getting ready to explode. “Ah, ah, ah,” I started to pant.
“That’s it baby, give it to me. Come all over me now.”
“No, no, no,” I whimpered. The orgasm was threatening to be more than I could bear. I felt it towering over me, running rampantly through every single nerve ending in my body. I began to shake like a leaf. “No, no, no,” I whispered again.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Adam said firmly, his fingers now jerking my tender bud up and down. And that was when I lost it. I didn’t just come, I came screaming, my voice going scratchy and fading in and out as I bleated uncontrollably. My whole body was jerking, pussy clenching and spasming, clit pulsing, come
gushing out of me and running down over his throbbing, stiff, cock. He plunged it up inside me, pumping steadily and ferociously, pitilessly riding me towards his irrevocable finish.
“Take it, take all of it,” he growled ruthlessly as he stabbed me with his cruel beast. And the harder and more unrelentingly he thrust it into me, the harder and more inexorably I came.
His staff grew thicker and hotter. Through my weakly trembling walls, I could actually feel his heart-beat pounding from root to tip within it. Suddenly, it started to seize inside of me. I knew he was close. Gritting my teeth and squeezing myself against him, I desperately tried to snag the orgasm out of him. But he just laughed at me. “I’ll come when I’m ready,” he said as he twisted my clit again.
“Oh, God, no,” I pleaded, literally starting to sob as he wrenched another grueling orgasm out of me. My thighs were crimping weakly against him, ass clenching, poor little bud throbbing and throbbing against his sadistic grasp. He held me, tortured me, used me, his callous fingers controlling my every breath by virtue of their grip on my clitoris alone.
“Please, please,” I kept sobbing uselessly. His left hand wrenched my head backwards, his right hand pinched and twisted against my swollen and spasming flesh, and his cock punched and thrust harder and harder as he finally came.
“That’s it, take me, take all if it, take everything I’ve got,” he said as he pounded on and on and on. His words were cruel, vicious even, but they just drove me over the edge again. No one had ever talked to me like that before, ordered me around, used me, addressed me like a trashy whore. It made me so goddamn hot. I couldn’t believe how much I liked it. My clit went off again like a firecracker, thumping and thudding feebly against his fingers.
And all the while, I felt his hard rod pulsing, felt the hot, thick jets spurting out of him and spraying my sore, ruptured membranes with surge after surge of salty, heavy jism. He kept pumping and thrusting as he emptied himself into me. I felt my own body being hi-jacked, used like a common receptacle, eagerly swallowing every single last drop that he had to offer. I don’t think my body had ever been this willing and compliant before. It was like it literally belonged to him.
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