Chapter 37
OLLY
"Fuck, Livy. I need you. I need to be inside of you right now, more than I've ever needed anything in my life.
Hate me later, I'll even let you beat on me if you need to, but just let me inside of you, so I can make us both feel good right now.
" His sexy words and demanding expression cause a visceral shiver down my spine, the heady need evident in their tone.
Everything in me wants to deny his request on principle.
This fucker helped drug and kidnap me, so he doesn't deserve to enjoy my body.
Yet there's another part of me that wants a forbidden taste of the ecstasy he's promising, just one little bite.
"You... drugged me..." I manage to croak out, my last remaining brain cell not fried by lust still working, as I press my hand against his hard, warm chest to stop his forward descent, as he attempts to kiss me once more.
"Yes, I did, and if you're asking me to rationalize it, or even beg your forgiveness, I won't, I can't. Everything about you is a virus infecting every cell in my body.
I can't fucking breathe without you. I can't think clearly, nothing makes sense, except this.
" His hand slides down my abdomen, and cups my drenched pussy through the thin barrier of the panties I'm wearing.
"Fuck, Hellstorm, I can feel how wet you are for me.
Baby, let me in." He doesn't wait for my response, or consent, his fingers clutching the side of the fabric and yanking, until a gasp rips from my lips at the slight sting of pain, of the material tugging on my skin.
My thoughts are a cyclone inside of me, part of me wants to delve deep into this attraction, into the craziness and the unknown, even though I know it's to my detriment.
The other part wants to beat his ass for being an asshole, and scaring years off my life.
I watch with wide eyes as he throws the scrap of fabric off the bed, and his middle finger slips through my soaked slit slowly, both of us intently watching as he touches me.
"Fuck, Livy, you have the prettiest pussy. "
How fucked up is it that I want to preen like a damn proud peacock at that compliment?
Instead of replying, I spread my legs wider as my breathing escalates, and he takes full advantage, slipping that same thick digit inside of me.
My eyes widen, and nearly fall out of my head, when I get a look at his massive cock, straining against the fabric of his tight indigo boxer shorts.
Shit, the fabric can barely contain him.
What the fuck is in the water here in Soule?
They should call this place the big cock capital of the country. "Hmm, wait..."
Any other thoughts vacate my brain as he chooses to steamroll right over my request, and he plunges a second finger inside of me and curls them upwards, rubbing against that sensitive spot deep within me that makes my toes curl, as his thumb strokes across my throbbing clit.
"Shit, Hellstorm, you're so tight, I'm gonna need to stretch this pretty hole so it can fit my cock. "
Say what now? A flash of memory of when Sim fucked the shit out of me, and left me walking funny blares, through my brain, and I try to slide away from River.
"On... second thought... yeah, no, pass," I squeal, as he lets out a throaty chuckle and thrusts deeper, picking up speed until all of my internal muscles are clenching down on his fingers, and I can feel the beginning of an orgasm barreling straight for me like a freight train.
The mattress below me is getting soaked from my juices, and the wet sounds of him thrusting inside of me are lewd and loud.
I should be horrified and embarrassed, but right now, with the volcano of sensations rising within me, I couldn't give a damn.
"Baby, you're going to take all of me, deep inside of all your pretty holes. I'm about to paint your insides with my cum, and breed you like the slut you are, so that you're always full of my semen." Jesus fuck, why does that sound so sexy when it shouldn't?
My fingers reach out and brush against his swollen mushroom tip, which is straining, and testing the strength of his underwear.
My fingers circle the thick girth, as I trace his slit through the wet spot in the fabric.
His thumb continues to paint circles on my needy nub, as my head dips back and I try to inhale a deep breath in, as he slips a third finger inside of me that has me toeing the line of the precipice I'm about to go flying over.
All of my skin is tingling and flushed with heat, and I can feel a bead of sweat trickling down my back.
"Fuck, fuck, so close, don't stop," I beg, my voice raspy and desperate.
"Give it to me, Livy. It belongs to me just like you do," he moans, as I push the fabric away and my fingers meet his girthy length unobstructed.
I slide them firmly up and down his veiny length, meeting his base.
His slick precum coats my digits, making it easier to stroke him, and the room fills with his deep, satisfied groans.
I watch him through slitted eyes, as his body moves in time with my hand movements, his defined abs and Adonis belt making my mouth water as they contract.
Fuck, I want to lick every inch of those gorgeous muscles.
My gaze slides over all the pretty tattoos that line his skin; they're colorful works of art you might see in a museum. Gothic angels and demons, intertwined with stunning architectural pieces that feel like they’re coming to life the more I stare at them.
The word 'Mayhem' is painted across his stomach in a detailed, gorgeous font that almost looks 3D, and it makes me jealous of the quality of the work on his skin.
"Baby, focus, I need you to cum before I slam my cock inside of you. Come on, pretty girl, soak my fingers."
His demanding words are my undoing. I tear my eyes away from his body and stare at his stunning face.
He's got to be the embodiment of Lucifer, God's favorite angel, the one who refused to obey, and fell from grace to lead the underworld.
He'll lead you into sin, and you won't even feel the fires of hell licking at your flesh while you burn happily with him.
My eyes narrow in on his mouth, and the way he's biting his lip to stem his groans, but they're still making it through, and fuck do they sound sexy.
River's eyes are a wicked green, glittering playfully, but edged in something far hungrier and deadlier.
There's a twisted glint in them, a spark of lust tangled with mischief, as if he already knows the trouble he's going to cause you, and how good you'll feel when he does, and right now, as my orgasm slams into me, I feel amazing.
My whole body spasms, my back bowing and my ass rising off the mattress, as a scream rips from my lips.
"FUCK!" My eyes shut of their own accord as I struggle to even breathe, and he keeps thrusting his digits, and rubbing me through my aftershocks.
It's almost too much with how sensitive I am, but I can't muster any words to tell him to stop.
I try to close my knees, but he pushes them aside, refusing to allow me to shut him out.
"Oh, Hellstorm, all the fun we're going to have, baby.
You were made for me." He pushes away from my grip and leans forward, grabbing something off my bedside table, but I'm still riding the waves of pleasure, and not focused enough to determine what it is.
His face works its way down my body, his breath whispering over my sensitive clit before he licks it, and slips it between my swollen slit, and I almost spasm off the bed. "Fuck, you taste delicious."
His fingers leave the inside of my cunt, only to be replaced by his warm tongue, as he thrusts it as deep as he can inside of me.
My legs spread wide to accommodate his head and broad shoulders, and my digits find their way into his thick hair, pulling on the strands.
"Fuck, harder baby, tear them out," he moans as he goes right back to devouring me like a hungry wolf, his teeth nipping at my sensitive flesh.
I'm almost relieved that he enjoys pain with his passion; there's nothing in me that craves gentleness.
I can already feel the next orgasm cresting and threatening to drown me.
I use my other hand to pull on my erect nipple, needing a hint of pain to push me over.
River must catch a glimpse of my actions 'cause in the next second, he pinches my clit ruthlessly, before lashing it with his tongue, and I'm a goner.
As the waves take me, I feel something stiff and rigid probing at my back entrance, and it makes my breath hitch, and my body tense.
River licks my clit, and whatever was at my puckered hole slips inside of me, along with two of his fingers, stretching me wide until my eyes widen, and it pushes me again over the edge, with the mixtures of pain and pleasure.
Wave after wave of euphoria wash over me, as he continues to thrust the object and his digits inside of me, bringing a sense of satisfaction and peace with it that I wouldn't think I'd be capable of, based on who's in this bed with me.
River pulls back, my juices painted across his lips and chin, and my cordless purple hair straightener in his grasp.
He drops the machine next to my head, after making a show of licking and sucking it into his mouth, and consuming my juices off its surface.
"Don't worry, baby, I'll buy you another one after I fuck your ass with it. "
Jesus, that could have been really bad if he had activated that thing inside of me.
All thoughts of the danger of burning my cunt disappear, as his hand reaches out to grab the back of my neck, holding me forcefully, so his mouth can plunder mine.
I instantly part my lips and taste myself on his tongue, a heady, musky, sweet taste that has me writhing against him, and getting even wetter.
I'm so wrapped up in the kiss that I don't realize he's lined his cock up with my drenched entrance, until his crown is pushing through my tight hole, and he swallows my gasp of surprise.
He bites down hard on my bottom lip as he plunges the remainder of the way inside, and I'm filled with his thick cock.
It's almost painful, and my body struggles against the invasion, as it tries to accommodate his size.
I have to shift to keep from begging him to pull out, not that I believe for one second he would comply.
He breaks our kiss, his forehead meeting mine, his eyes so close I can see the little specks of gold in their depths, as his hand wraps around my neck once more, but this time less playful and more dominant.
"Mine. This sweet pussy is mine. This ass is mine.
Every fucking part of you belongs to me. "
His fingers tighten, and I force a deep inhale before he shuts off my ability to breathe.
"Show me you understand, Livy." He thrusts forcefully, while holding me by my neck firmly to prevent me from escaping him.
My body slides backward with his rapid, fierce momentum, and he pulls me into his demanding thrusts, forcing me to take all of him, balls deep, with each and every thrust, until my gasps are a mixture of pain and desire.
The sounds of skin slapping skin are loud in the air around us, and the lack of air inside my lungs is causing white spots to appear before my eyes.
My fingernails dig into his hands, trying to dislodge his hold on my throat and hip, but he's not having it.
Each erotic, masculine grunt of satisfaction causes my core to clench tightly, and my pussy to slicken further.
"Tell me who this cunt belongs to," he grunts, his speed becoming more erratic and unhinged.
He loosens his grip a bit around my neck, and I instantly siphon in air in a loud, ragged gasp.
"Say it, Livy. Tell me who this cunt belongs to, scream it out loud, baby.
Let the whole world know it's mine." I force my lips to remain closed, refusing to give in to his caveman demand of ownership.
The look he gives me promises pain in retribution for my denial.
"I'm not letting you out of this bed until you scream it, and cum on my cock, Hellstorm.
We can stay here for the rest of our lives as far as I'm concerned. "
He pounds harder, his hand leaves my hip, and his fingers tease my clit, until my body is once more spiraling off a cliff, and a scream escapes my gasping mouth.
"Say it!" He pounds me through my orgasm, the heavy wooden headboard now slamming over and over against the wall.
I can't breathe, I can't think. All the light, and my senses, have become pinpoints of tantalizing need.
I can feel him getting closer and closer to his own release, his rhythm losing its tempo, and his breathing becoming ragged and sharp.
"Please," he begs, and it's what breaks me.
"Yours, my... cunt... is yours," I scream, and he slams once more into me, filling me with his warm cum.
His body flops on top of me, his weight settling and crushing me, as if he's afraid I'll slip away if he moves too fast. My nose is filled with his heady masculine scent of sweat and lust. Both of us are desperately catching our breath, and I can't feel my legs.
The world finally goes quiet, my pulse beginning to ease back into a steady rhythm, my thoughts softening into something warm and hazy.
River's chest presses into mine, skin still hot and slick, heartbeat still uneven, and the closeness makes everything inside me loosen.
"I beg to fucking differ, she and her cunt belong to me. Don't you agree, sister?" The sharp and angry voice breaks through our peaceful post-sex moment, and everything shatters like glass, as we both turn to see Cross standing directly behind River, and he looks pissed. Fuck.