Chapter 48 #2
Without any warning, he grabs the front of my shorts and leggings and yanks them away from my body. I whimper when he plunges the knife between them and my skin, the flat of the blade grazing against my hips and lower stomach before his arm jerks sharply.
He slices my leggings and shorts, then uses his hands to shred them away from my body. He yanks the ski mask up over his nose, and suddenly his face is delving between my quivering thighs.
“Oh God…”
I cry out, clawing at his hair as his tongue snakes over my clit. He growls into me, grabbing my hips and pinning me to the wall behind me as he devours my pussy. His wet tongue slides up and down, pushing deep into me and making me whine before his lips wrap around my swollen clit.
His tongue swirls over the aching bud, taking my breath away. Just as my hips are rolling against his face, I feel something pushing into me.
Oh God yes….
“Mmm,” Vaughn rasps, pushing the hilt of his knife deeper into my slick folds. “This slutty little cunt gets so fucking messy for my knife. Is that how you want to get fucked? By a fucking knife against the wall of an alley, like a dirty whore?”
My face crumples, my thighs shaking. I can only moan in response.
He slaps my pussy, making it clench around the handle of the hunting knife.
“I asked you a fucking question, slut.”
“Yes!” I sob, my hips bucking and rolling against his face. “Yes, I want you to fuck me like a dirty whore!”
“There’s my good girl,” he snarls right before his mouth delves back between my thighs. He keeps thrusting the hilt of his knife into me as he sucks my clit between his lips and rolls his tongue over it again and again. Suddenly, my whole body tightens and my throat closes.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuuuuuck!”
I scream as the lightning crashes over me, the orgasm ripping through my core. My hips buck and grind, my body shuddering and my pussy spasming as I come all over his face and his knife.
He slides the knife from my pussy and then rips off his shirt. He stands, shoves my thighs apart, ripping whatever is left of my leggings and my shorts, then centers his swollen cock against my opening.
He hitches my thigh up to his hip and grabs my jaw with the other hand.
“Scream for me, princess.”
He rams every fucking thick inch of his huge cock into me just as his mouth crushes to mine. And I do, into his mouth, as he buries himself inside me.
Then, he starts to fuck me like a beast.
His muscles clench and coil, his hands gripping me hard enough to leave delicious bruises as he rams into me.
His fat cock stretches me to my limit, making me moan and beg for more as he devours my mouth.
My back scrapes against the brick with every brutal thrust, sending a mix of pain and pleasure spiraling through my core.
Vaughn grabs my other thigh, and suddenly I’m pinned to the wall, impaled on his huge cock with my legs wrapped around his muscled hips.
“Now, princess,” he hisses as he bites my bottom lip. “I’m going to fuck you like the dirty cock slut you are.”
Sweet. Jesus.
He pounds into me like a madman, burying every inch of his cock deep inside me with every violent, unhinged thrust. He tears at my hoodie, yanking it open and literally ripping my t-shirt down the middle.
I whimper when his lips wrap around one aching hard nipple, and when he bites down, I scream in primal pleasure.
We’re at each other like fucking animals—biting, scratching, smacking, choking, thrusting as Vaughn rams into me again and again, until I’m delirious and clinging to him for dear life. I come again, then a third and fourth time.
It’s not enough.
It’s never enough with him.
“Harder,” I hear myself choke.
“Deeper.”
“Hit me.”
“Fuck me.”
“More. Give me moooore….”
When I come again, it’s like my entire being shatters. My whole body wrenches, my spine arching sharply and my head dropping back against the brick behind me, my fingernails raking down his back as I open my mouth and eyes wide, moaning my release into the city sky.
With a groan, Vaughn buries himself to the hilt inside me, his muscles tightening as his big cock twitches, pumping jet after jet of his cum into me.
I’m shaking so much I can barely stand as he slides his dick out of me and lowers me to my feet. I drop to my knees in front of him, looking up at him and shivering.
Fuck, he looks like a monster. A predator, standing there shirtless in the shadows, his black jeans shoved down his hips and his fist wrapped around his huge cock.
I whimper as he pushes it into my mouth, letting me taste myself and him together as he lazily thrusts in and out over my tongue. He slides out of my mouth with a pop, then slaps the heavy head against my lips and my cheeks, smearing cum and spit all over me until I look like a complete slut.
A slut on her knees in an alley, moaning as she looks up at a monster.
Her monster.
Slowly, the monster turns back into the man. He bends down, gently taking my trembling body in his powerful arms and lifting me against his chest, his dark hair sweaty as his icy blue eyes capture mine.
“You did so well, baby,” he murmurs.
“You really scared the shit out of me,” I breathe.
His mouth finds mine, kissing me, his tongue pushing in to dance with mine.
“I love you, princess,” he says quietly.
“I love you, too, Demon,” I murmur.
And then we go home, him carrying me gently up the alley in the shadow of the Mercury Theater: the beautifully broken ballerina, in the arms of her monster.