Page 64 of Shattered In Darkness

He brings my nipple to his mouth and bites it. The shock of pain makes me gasp. My cunt convulses, sending sparks white-hot behind my eyes.

“Brody—” I choke, legs shaking. “I’m gonna, I can’t, I’m gonna⁠—”

He doesn’t stop. He rocks me on his cock, grinding up so I ride the thick head. His fingers flick my clit faster. I come so hard my vision goes black.

Collapsing on top of him, he holds me there. He doesn’t let go. Not even as I twitch and grind on him, wringing every last drop of pleasure until it’s almost pain. He strokes my back, kissing away the hot tears on my cheek. His hands never stop moving, never stop hunting. His cock jerks under me, so huge, so hard, leaking all over his stomach.

He grabs my jaw, forces my head up. He wants me to see the mess I made. “You want it?” I nod like a fucking maniac. My whole body screams for him. But he waits. He makes me writhe. He makes me beg. “Say it,” he snaps.

“I want you to fuck me.”

He turns me onto my back, spreading my legs, pressing his mouth between my thighs.

He licks me gently at first. Slow, teasing, licking stripes up and down my cunt until I feel the wetness drip onto the sheets. My hands tangle in his hair. His hair is so soft but messy, dark and wild, perfect for grabbing. I pull him closer, like that will save me. He moans into my cunt. The vibration lights me up. My clit throbs; I think I might die if he stops. His tongue circles, relentless, and my whole body tightens, straining, begging.

“You taste so sweet, Bambi.” He looks up at me. His eyes hold hunger and an intensity so immense, it makes me speechless. I bite my lip and rotate my hips, begging for more. Brody chuckles. “You want it that bad, huh?”

I nod and lay my head back, moaning while he continues to lick up and down in a teasing motion. He pulls off again, and I whine. Brody shakes his head and gets off the bed.

“I want you to cum when my cock is buried deep inside of you.” Brody yanks my legs towards the edge of the bed. He stands in front of me, jerking his cock, slow. Taunting.

He stares at me as if I were a platter of juicy meat. I love it. I hate it. My body goes hot, then cold, then hot again. His cock is perfect. Bulging, thick. I can’t stop staring at it. That’s how much he wants me. It should scare me, but my thighs just squeeze tighter. My body aches for it.

“You want it?”

I nod, head dreamy, lips parted. He rubs the head along my pussy. Up and down, the length hot and smooth and sticky with arousal. My clit throbs. I almost gasp, but clamp it down.

We don’t want to wake anyone in the house.

“Look at you, Bambi,” he murmurs. “So wet for me. You need it that bad?”

I blink up at him. I’m shaking. “Nobody’s ever… Nobody’s ever touched me there. Not like this.”

He grins. “I know. I can tell. You’re tight as fuck.”

He lines his cock up. Hands on my knees, prying them apart, spreading me open wide, like he wants to see everything. He does. Then he pushes, and I yelp. It’s not supposed to hurt this much. The sting is intense, ripping through my core.

He slows instantly, and I can see the panic in his eyes. “Hey. Bambi. You okay?”

I nod, fighting for breath. “I just… It just surprised me.”

He strokes my thigh, then leans forward. Kisses my cheek, my jaw, every inch of my face softer than I thought possible. “First time is rough, babe. Tell me what you need.”

I squeeze his hand on my thigh. I want him inside me. I want to be ruined. I want to belong to him, only him.

“Just… Slower?” I say.

Brody hisses through his teeth, then does it slower. He pushes again, this time letting me stretch. The pain is there, but not as bad. It’s a fullness, a burning, a splitting.

But I want it. I want him to break me open.

He watches my face the whole time. Pure focus. His hands shake as he holds me still, groaning when he finally goes inside. My pussy is tight. So fucking tight. I feel every ridge, every throb of his cock moving through my walls. He keeps it slow, and the pain fades.

I go soft. Melting into the bed, moaning just a little, because I can’t help it. It hurts, but it feels right. Like his cock was meant for me, only for me.

He thrusts in. My back arches. Fuck. I blink and see stars.

He groans, low, hungry. “Shit, Bambi. So fucking tight.” His lips brush my throat, jaw, mouth always greedy for contact, for skin, for taste. One hand fists in my hair. The other claws at my hip, anchoring me open for him. I grip his shoulders. Nails dig, helpless. My thighs shake with the effort, my whole body tense with pain and wanting.