Page 32 of The Way We Rot
I nodded. “Once I’ve done this, you’re mine. All fucking mine.”
She spread her legs wider still, almost doing the splits, and reached up to stroke my cheek. “Do it then,” she whispered. “I can take it. I’ll take whatever you want to do to me,Sir.”
Our eyes locked for a second, power passing between us, and I grew rabid, pulling my dick out to jerk while I pushed her pussy to the limits with my four thick fingers.
Slowly, she loosened further as I twisted my hand, scissoring my fingers inside her, watching the sexy fucking view of half my fist slipping into her, and her, just accepting it, submitting. Her eyelids fluttering.
She was falling into a kind of subspace, I think, with doe eyes and softer breathing, like she was locked in, focused on sinking with me. I bit back the urge to praise her, to tell her how well she was doing.
Instead, I slapped her tit as I fucked my fingers into her, pinching her nipple and tugging it until she snapped back to the room with me. Fuck subspace, fuck drifting away, I needed her here for every damn millisecond of this hell.
Without warning, I shoved my thumb in alongside my fingers, feeling a small rip of flesh. Her body giving way to me a split-second too late.
I pushed, even when she squirmed and cried out, even when my skin caught against hers, not enough lube to ease the way. She needed more of my cum coating her, more spit, anything.
I didn’t give it. She gripped my forearm, and I shoved and strained until my entire hand slipped into her body, right to the wrist.The intrusion was unwelcomed, but that mattered none.
“Look at that,” I said, holding still, watching the delicious sight before me. “I can make you do whatever thefuckI want now, killer, and you can’t say no.”
“No,” she cried, shaking her head, her nails clawing into my skin. She wasn’t trying to push me away, though.
“Look at me,” I demanded, tearing my gaze from where I disappeared inside her. “Don’t you dare fucking look away.”
Our gazes remained locked as I moved for the first time, rotating my hand, loving the way she shook and shuddered.Something warmed in my gut at the sight,the idea that she would be under my command forever.
“Pour the rest of my cum on your pussy,” I said, knocking the bottle towards her so she could grab it.
With shaky hands, she unscrewed the lid and tipped the last of my fluid, missing her pussy in her messed-up state. It hit her thigh instead, sliding down her leg to the valley where her pussy met it.
My nostrils flared, knowing I’d punish her for that later. She whimpered, seeing my face, but didn’t apologize, only took in some shuddering breaths and clenched around me.
That made her yelp, when all she felt were my knuckles, my fingers and bones against her soft walls.
“Brace yourself, little killer. You don’t get the extra lube now, so you better make some for yourself.” I pulled my hand most of the way out, then pressed back in, over and over, pounding into her, making her pussy quake and her breathing rush out in painful pants.She was sweaty, writhing, her eyes unfocused, and her lips wet.
I would almost think… “Are you going to come?” I asked, noting how her spine was arching, her nipples were pebbled, her mouth was open, lip bitten, as if she were trying to hold back.My cock pulsed, desire rushing through my veins as I played her.
She shook her head.
“You fucking liar,” I spat, muscles tensing. “Touch yourself. Touch where we’re joined, see if that makes you go off like a fucking firework. I think you’re close, you sick bitch.”
I huffed a laugh as she moved a tentative hand down, having to curve her spine to reach. Her fingers dragged through her sloppy pussy, pausing when she touched my wrist.She met ripped flesh, blood, splatters of cum, and her eyes widened.
“Holy shit,” she muttered.
I twisted my hand, pulled it out, and cupped my fingers around two of hers, forcing them inside with me. It was more like a punch into her this time, nothing delicate, only brutal, painful, bleeding and crashing.Seven fingers inside a body not prepared.
She swore, curled in on herself, and shattered, her pussy squeezing the life out of my hand. I watched every second of it, both pissed and elated. An orgasmwas something I could use. Complicity. Bribery, whatever. Endorphins and shit making her want me more.
Penelope Karner was beautiful when she shattered. A broken girl destroyed even more.
She shuddered through the last of her orgasm and fell back, her head hitting her thin pillow with a thud. The moment her limbs began to relax, I yanked my hand from her destroyed body, fast and hard,
She screamed too fast and too loud for me to stop the noise. And we both froze.
Would anyone come? Would this be it? A CO could barge in any second and find us like this.I hadn’t checked my radio the entire time I’d been in here.
I reached for my belt and pulled the radio free, clicking the button to speak out. “I’m right outside, checking it out. Think it’s Karner,” I muttered, my eyes not leaving hers.I hated the smirk she gave.
