CHAPTER 31
Evren
Crave – DieYoung ft Tom Barber
The feeling of her throat working to eject me, the sight of her panicking and then fucking looking at me shock and then with a hate so pure, send a dark, fucking possessive, obsessive thrill down my spine.
She tries to twist her arms but I’m holding them above her head and my other hand is anchoring her to me.
I don’t stop, I can’t. I wish I could, but I can’t.
If anything, the sight of her, waking in panic, struggling against me, the hate, sends a fresh, dark thrill through my veins.
My hand in her hair tightens, enough to sting but not really harm, making sure she is aligning with my rhythm.
“Shhh,” I rasp, my voice low, a dominant hum. I look down at her, my eyes blazing with a possessive fire, I know it. She’s mine. “There you are. Took you long enough.”
I push deeper on the next thrust, feeling her throat convulse around me, struggling to take it all.
A low, guttural groan rumbles in my chest.
“That’s it, gag on it. Swallow it.”
The hand holding her head comes to grip her jaw, my thumb pressing into the hinge, forcing her mouth to stay open.
“This…” I slide back to the tip and thrust back. “Watching you wake up with my cock down your throat…” I thrust again “It’s way fucking better.”
I set a harder, more demanding pace, my hips pistoning, driving myself into the wet, tight heat of her mouth, tears start streaming down her eyes.
“Eyes on me Riven,” I command “Look at me while I use you.”
She struggles, trying to twist, but it’s just background noise for me.
A pathetic, beautiful resistance that only makes me harder.
I don’t let her turn away, the grip on her jaw and wrists is an iron vise, forcing her to take every inch of my thrust.
My hand leaves her jaw and slides down her body, over the fabric of her shirt that we put her on when I took her away from the Upper Layers, down to her thighs.
I grip her there, my fingers digging into the soft flesh, feeling the tremors that wrack her legs.
She is shaking, from hate, for the pulsion of murdering me, of course.
But probably also because, she is fucking aching.
I know it.
“Shaking?” I murmur, my voice a dark, hungry whisper against the sound of my own ragged breathing. “Good, remember it, because I’m far from done with you.”
I reach up, and slides my fingers under the waistband of the sweatpants, and reach for her pussy through that fucking thong.
I feel it damp, so wet.
“Fuck Riven,” I rasp, barely containing myself while I keep fucking in her mouth. “You’re dripping… for me?”
I grin.
I don’t wait for an answer since she can’t fucking talk, I shift my weight, leaning more over her, caging her against the couch with my body.
I drive into her mouth with a deeper, more punishing stroke, the pierced tip hitting the back of her throat and the base hitting her nose.
I watch the tears spring to her wide, hateful eyes.
“You are doing so good.” I say.
My fingers slip under her thong and part her slit, she is soaking wet.
She suddenly thrashes harder, but while she is fighting, her hips buck against my fingers, making them slide down, then she opens her legs wider, my eyes darken instantly.
“Well, look at that.” I grin, satisfaction creeping into my voice.
It’s a language her body speaks that her mind is still fighting, and I fucking understand it.
A raw triumphant sound tears from my throat, my hips snaps forward, a brutal, claiming thrust.
My rough fingers skating over the sensitive skin of her core, I don’t tease more, I don’t ask.
I find her clit, and press my palm down hard against the heat.
I grind the heel of my hand against her, a firm, demanding pressure, even as my hips continue their relentless pace in her mouth.
She moans and grinds against my palm, the sound vibrating against my cock makes me see stars, my thrusts faltering a little before becoming more frantic.
“See?” I pant, my gaze dropping from her tear-filled eyes to where my hand is working.
She still fucking looking at me with those same eyes and that makes me even more hard.
I feel the dampness of her pussy seeping through my fingers, the proof of her body’s traitorous desire.
“Your body knows, it knows who owns it, it knows what he needs. Me, only fucking me Riven.”
I plunge two fingers inside her, curling them deep, finding her so fucking tight and clenching around nothing but my fingers now.
Her back arches against the couch with an attempt to dislodge me but it only leading her to take more of my cock inside her mouth and allow my fingers to find that fucking perfect, devastating spot.
A choked muffled cry vibrates around my cock still lodged inside her throat, the sound swallowed by my flesh.
My eyes blaze predatorily, the sight of her, coming apart even as her mind is still denying it, it’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
I feel her walls clenching around my fingers in rhythmic, frantic music.
I crook my fingers, pressing hard and deliberate against that bundle of nerves, rubbing in a slow cruel circle.
I continue to fuck her mouth, deep, punishing, using her for my pleasure but my focus is more on her, I want her to be wrecked.
As much as my mind is.
My palm doesn’t stop grinding against her clit, I press my fingers at the same time deeper, harder, faster, a relentless focused pressure designed to unravel her completely.
“You can’t hide from me. Your body tells me everything, even when you push me away, hate me, it opens for me, it comes for me.”
I feel her tightens around my fingers, I can see her eyes rolling back, I feel her hips rubbing against my palm and thrusting with my fingers.
She is coming, rapidly.
A wick smirk touches my lips.
“Go on, little troublemaker, come on my fingers.”
I thrust into her mouth, my rhythm beginning to falter as I feel a knot coming at the base of my spine.
God damn, she feels too fucking good.
“Let me feel you lose, while you’re chocking on my cock”
Riven’s back arch off the couch suddenly, a sharp, pained curve, her muscles locking rigid.
There is no sound, she can’t, her mouth is too full of me, her breath stolen by the thick pierced intrusion.
The only evidence of her orgasm is the violent, rhythmic clenching of her pussy around my fingers, a desperate, pulsing vice that seems to go on and on.
I can’t hold it anymore, the sight of her surrendering to the pleasure I give her, her face flushed, body trembling, her cum spreading on my fingers is my fucking undoing.
Fuck.
I hate it.
I hate her.
I pull my fingers from her with a wet sound, and bring them to my mouth without breaking eye contact.
I suck her taste from my skin, my tongue sliding over my knuckles before flying back to her hair.
I thrust again, brutal and pure raw need.
“Swallow it.” I rasp, my voice ragged, broken. “Take it all. You came for me, now fucking take me.”
With a final, deep shuddering thrust, I bury myself deep to the hilt as I spill my cum down her throat with a deep, guttural groan from my chest.
Thick, hot pulses of my release floods her mouth.
I grind my hips against her lips, emptying myself completely before pulling out slowly, hissing at the sensation, my cock glistening and slick from her mouth.
I look down at her, her lips swollen, her face a mess of tears and resentment.
I can’t even think.
I reach out, my thumb wiping a stray drop of my cum from her chin, then pushing it back past her lips.
“Good girl,” I rasp, my voice hoarse “Now you can kill me.”