Page 30 of Torment
Without a word, I let go of her wrists and reach for her, tugging her back into me. Her soft lips taste like salvation, and I need more. Leaning down, we collide once more while my hands slide up her sides, and push her shirt up over her head. Dropping it to the floor, her long, copper strands cascade down her back. Running one hand up her spine, the other finds the tops of her shorts. Quickly undoing them, they pool at her feet and she steps out of them. The hand at her back undoes her bra. Lifting her again, I drop to my knees. Her hands fist in my hair as I lay her on her back.
Pulling away from her lips, I straighten up and take her in. Her lust drunk eyes slowly flutter open, her hair fanningout around her head like a fiery halo. Her fishnet covered legs trembling. She doesn’t seem to notice or care that her shoulders and hair are resting in a pool of blood. It doesn’t cheapen the moment. If anything, it makes my cock swell painfully against my zipper and a low hum of appreciation vibrates in my chest.
She’s everything.
Undoing my jeans the rest of the way, I shove them down my thighs along with my boxers, not bothering taking them all the way off. There will be a time we do this right, but now is not it. I rub my hand up my length once, her eyes following the motion widen when she sees the five curved barbells near the base of my shaft, and the saints cross at the tip.
“No more running,” I mutter.
Releasing the hold on my dick, I rip her fishnets at her pussy and pull her panties to the side, feeling her wetness against my knuckles.
“You’re so fucking ready for me,” I groan. She lets out a moan.
Bracing one hand on the floor above her head, blood coats my fingers. With the other hand, I line myself up at her entrance and shove inside of her. No foreplay, no warning. She lets out a cry as her pussy stretches to accommodate my size. Pulling back slowly, I watch the barbells slide out of her, leaving the tip in and thrust back into her.
“Karson,” she gasps.
“Fucccck, doll. You feel fucking incredible.”
Thrust.
Her back arches as I raise up and wrap her legs around my waist. She looks up at me biting the corner of her lip as she rolls her hips down my length. Throwing my head back, my body hums to life at the feel of her. At the way the barbells flip as she moves up and down my shaft. I’m hanging by a thread.
“Nothing about what I’m about to do to you is going to be gentle,” I warn.
Thrust.
She gasps, rolling her hips around me again, and I’m a goner. Her legs tighten around my waist, and I grip the tops of her thighs before I slam myself into her, leaving a crimson trail along one of them. My piercings drag along the inside of her tight cunt and it makes me fucking feral.
Picking up the pace, I slam into her over and over, hard and wild. No pace. No rhythm. Her slick arousal coats my cock as I watch her. Her breasts bounce with each motion, and I cup one of them with my blood covered hand, smearing it over that one before moving to the other.
“Fucking perfect,” I grind out as my hips continue to crash into her. My muscles tense as I feel her inner walls start to pulse, milking my cock.
“Kars-” she whimpers. “Oh fuck!” she screams, throwing her head back.
“That’s it, doll. Cum for me,” I groan.
She does, long and hard. Her back arches, nails digging into my arms as I fuck her through it. Her mouth falls open, and her pretty, glossed over blue eyes meet mine. My spine stiffens, no longer able to hold back, as I spill inside of her. She cums again, the sensation causing my body to convulse. Her thighs tremble around my waist, her heavy breathing drowning out any other sound in the room. No more music, or commotion from downstairs. Nothing except her.
She lies there, attempting to catch her breath. Her eyes become heavy, and a small smile pulls at her lips. Before she can pass out on me, I slowly pull out and watch my cum drip from her cunt.
Fuuuccck.
I’ll keep her so full of my cum that I drip out of her all day, because the sight is fucking delicious. My cock springs back to life, and I have to force myself to stand and put my clothes back on. I find my discarded shirt and slip it over my head then fix my jeans.
Her eyes flutter up to mine again, and I can see the adrenaline is starting to wear off. They’re hazy, out of focus but she finds me. Leaving her there for a moment, I go in search of something to cover her up with. There’s no way she’ll be able to stand to put her clothes back on, and she’s covered in a dead man's blood.
I find a suit jacket someone left behind in a random booth, and come back to drape it over her. Thankfully, it covers everything I don’t want anyone else to see. Scooping her up in my arms bridal style, I adjust my hold and her cheek presses against my chest, eyes closed. My boots thud down the stairs, the sound echoing in the now silent club. I hit the landing to see the men still here, attempting to put back knocked over chairs and sweep broken glass. All eyes land on me, but I give them my back and exit the club.
Stepping inside the elevator, I push the button for the penthouse. Her eyes open, and she looks up at me.
“Okay,” she whispers, like giving up is the safest thing she’s ever done.
The word caves my chest in.
Mine.
She’s trusting me, and I will burn this fucking world to the ground before I fail her again.
