Chapter 5 #2
I swallow hard as he steps forward, a hand rising again, and I brace for the slap between my legs. But instead, he palms my belly, rubbing in circles as he lazily strokes himself, staring down at me and tutting.
“I love a fertile girl. Such a fucking turn on.”
The compliment should feel hollow, but it hits me somewhere soft. This masked intruder is violating me, but he’s admiring my curves and touching my belly. It’s the only hint of softness he’s shown me, and it makes my face heat.
“I’d make a good father. When I get my fill of you tonight, I want to know all about how this happened.
Do you have a boyfriend, Cindy Lou? A secret lover?
Why did the father of your child not join you here in this lonely house for Christmas?
Is he a monster, letting you take his seed, then bailing on you when he found out he’d knocked you up? ”
He shakes his head with a disgusted snap of his tongue.
“Some men are sick, aren’t they?”
I don’t answer. I can’t. There’s no air. I’m frozen in place as he pushes the tip of his cock against my opening, holding it there wiggling it in my wet flesh with his hand, and I wonder if I would even want to fight.
Would I want him not to do what he’s about to do?
I turn my head away and close my eyes. Let him do it. Let him have his fill. And hope, hope, that somewhere inside that twisted mind, there’s some sense of morality. That he will keep his word and let me go when this is all over.
The light pressure of his cock tickling me right at my opening is excruciating.
It takes all my will not to buck my hips up, the ache in my belly demanding what it wants, no matter the rights or wrongs.
When I finally open my eyes, I watch as he spits down on my open pussy, roughly reaching forward to squeeze one breast, sending milk into the air again as he slides the trunk of his erection through my spit-slick folds, gripping the base and slapping it down on my clit, over and over.
I hiss and squirm as he beats my sensitive flesh with the hammer of his cock, hating the way it only makes me want to feel more of this, of him.
I’m whimpering as he palms my swollen belly again, teasing me with the seeping tip as desire screams inside of me.
Fuck me! Please, God, just fuck me. I need it. Want it.
The bulbous head pushes at my entrance, and I whimper to the ceiling as the hair on his legs brushes my smooth thighs.
“You’re taking every inch of Daddy tonight.”
The ache deep down turns to fire as he flexes and works the head inside me, both hands coming around my hips to hold me by the ass, positioning me to take what he’s giving.
I can’t find my voice to scream.
Pain slices through me as he splits me open, my entire body convulsing around the discomfort.
I bite down on my lip to stall the moan threatening to burst from my throat as he slams the entirety of his dick inside me.
“Fuck, that’s good. I might just have to keep you. This pussy is fucking Christmas magic, Cindy Lou.”
Sparks fly through my vision as I claw at his forearms, dragging my nails down the hard muscle as I look up and watch the Grinch fucking me, just like in my dirty fantasies.
How could this be happening? I have a stranger’s green dick inside me, his core driving forward, burying himself to the hilt as my walls clamp and quiver, his grunts echoing in the silence of the empty room.
My hips shift and rise, his thickness impaling me, rearranging my insides to accommodate him.
His muscles ripple as he moves, sliding in and out now as I bite back the sob.
The shame pools hotter than any Christmas fire in my gut as an orgasm threatens to punch through the last of my restraint.
As his pace picks up, his balls slap my ass, and he takes full advantage of my welcoming body.
He growls, the green mask distorting around his grimace.
“You’re dripping down my fucking balls? Your tight little hole’s begging for this, Cindy Lou.
” His hips piston harder, fingers bruising my ass as he uses me like a blow-up doll.
“You should be terrified, little girl, but here you are, creaming on my dick like a porn star.”
I turn away, but one hand comes up to force my chin to face forward.
“Look at me,” he growls. “This ain’t about force. You like being owned. Your mouth says no, but that wet little cunt screams yes. You have ten seconds to come, or our deal is off.”
“No,” I grit out, but his thumb’s already swiping my clit in tight circles. My back bows off the bed when he adds a pinch, hard enough to sting.
“You’re so close, clamping down like a fucking vice little girl, wanting me to stay longer. I’m gonna start counting, you don’t give me what I want like you promised, I’m not promising I’ll keep my end of the bargain.” His words are stiff and cold. “Ten.”
My head throbs as I watch his abs tighten, each one perfectly separated by a valley of flesh. He’s thrusting into me, over and over. His chest and stomach muscles bunching. The wickedness between my legs pulls at him as he pumps harder, harder.
“Nine. Eight—”
“God, please.” The plea breaks like glass as I beg for mercy. “Don’t make me. Just do what you want, but don’t… Don’t make me do that.”
“You know you want it. I read your dirty little story. I’m making all your dreams come true, so stop acting like a prissy little cock tease who isn’t getting exactly what she asked for.
You like having special time with your Grinch daddy late at night, all our secrets tucked away in the darkness, so the whole town doesn’t see how little Cindy Lou parades herself out in her nightgown on Christmas Eve, to make the Grinch fuck her like a filthy slut. ”
He hoists my hips higher as the last numbers count down, but he doesn’t need to get to one.
I’m already leaving the Earth, headed for the black hole of dark lust that has me by the throat, my screams hitting the ceiling and bouncing around the room as his rough laugh teases me and his cock bottoms out.
He fucks harder, faster, deeper as my climax rocks my hips, tugging at his shaft, drawing more, more, more as this feral intruder in a Grinch mask makes me come harder than any toy ever has. For a split second, I think about the baby, giving me the strength to get through his.
“Naughty girl for Daddy, squirting all over.”
I’m boneless and panting as he flips me onto my knees, his breath heavy as my belly rests on the quilt.
There’s no reprieve. He slams in again from behind. The cool rubber of Grinch’s face presses against my shoulder blade, his breath ragged. He fucks me, huffing and cursing like he’s punishing himself, too.
“Christ,” I hiss, clawing at the bedding as he nails that spot inside me that makes my vision turn white. The room smells of sex and sweat, filled with the sounds of slapping flesh and my own moans, but this angle makes it feel like he’s tearing me apart. “You’re too… big this way.”
The words are expelled from my body in little puffs as he bottoms out inside me.
“Better than your little toy, huh Cindy Lou?” he snarls, grabbing both hips and yanking me down onto every thick inch of him in a single brutal thrust. “Your body was built for this. Stop whining and show some gratitude for getting a hot Christmas load from Santy. Your house looks like the Grinch already stripped it of anything festive. I’m all you got, little girl, so be nice, or you’re gonna find out just how naughty I can get. ”
his demented chuckle fades as my orgasm takes hold, bursting from deep in my center, defying the control I try to assert.
I can’t fight the pleasure. It’s a freight train.
Its teeth gritted, eyes shut tight, every nerve raw as he growls and pumps, pumps, pumps into me from behind.
My self-loathing only seems to make the gut-twisting euphoria expand, taking over my brain, and, although I hate to admit it, a part of my heart.
This stranger knows more about how to turn me on than I do. It’s indecent and depraved, but if I live through it, I know I’ll never be the same.
“Time for your prize, Cindy Lou.” He growls, his chest resting on my back as his hips churn in a manic rush to the finish. “Time for you to take Daddy’s cream deep.”
His roar shakes the frosty windows as he plunges every inch into my welcoming body, and I release a sound that is part scream, part sob, and part catharsis.
He spills in hot spurts, grunting like an animal, then holds his jerking girth against my cervix as he pants and my back bows from the pressure of his weight on top of me.
His orgasm seems to go on and on, filling me with hot release, dripping out of me as my breasts make wet spots on the comforter, my walls shuddering around him.
He reaches under me with both hands, his slick torso blanketing my back as he squeezes the hot orbs of flesh.
When he releases a long sigh, I feel his weight shift behind me, hot breath against my neck as he starts that psychotic rhyming again.
“We’re going to have so much fun, Cindy Lou. I once grumped at Christmas, with a frown and a sneer. But my cock’s grown three sizes inside you, my dear.” He chuckles. “Isn’t it tradition to make sure there’s milk and cookies out for Santa? You’ve got the milk, and now, I need the cookies.”
I don’t answer. Let him think I’m too wrecked to speak.
But when the Grinch finally pulls out, I collapse onto my side, watching him stagger back, stroking the crooked mask before running a hand down his chest, admiring me lying there in a ball, broken and holding my round belly, soothing the life inside.
Wondering what I’ll have to offer my baby after all of this.
“One thing even the Grinch knows, Cindy Lou, is that we kiss after we make love.”
“Love?” I spit the word. “This isn’t love.”
I stop as he leans down, getting in my face, his hand gripping my jaw, and I’m sure he’s about to hurt me. But instead, his lips graze mine.
“It’s just a kiss for Daddy. I’ll make it nice for you, Cindy Lou.”
I can’t stop the whimper that comes out of me as I open, letting his tongue inside my mouth, letting our lips move together.
The kiss is tender, and real. Not the mocking imitation I expected. When it’s over, he pulls back, patting the top of my head like a toddler waiting for a father’s praise. “There. Wasn’t that nice?”
I don’t want to answer as he stands up straight. I blink away tears, not willing to admit that yes, it was nice. It was perfect.
“Get dressed,” he says, the hardness returning to his voice as he steps to my dresser, rifling through the drawers until he finds a yellow cotton nightgown.
He holds it up, and his smile deforms the rubber mask around his cheeks.
“Perfect. I’ll even help you put it on. Arms up for Daddy.
” He steps my way, and I do as he says, my mind a minefield of lust and hatred.
He settles the fabric over my head, tugs it down over my taut belly, then pulls me to my feet. “Come with me. We’re not done.”
He tugs his jeans back on, fastening them quickly, then walks over to pluck the knife from the wall, securing it back in the sheath at his hip.
“This was just foreplay.”