Page 65 of Shattered In Darkness

He moves again. Not all the way out, not all the way in. Shallow thrusts at first, careful, like he’s teaching my body how to take it. My pussy spasms, clutching him; every inch he pushes, I choke out another little sound. Sweat drips down my ribs, pooling under my tits. I’m already gasping, desperate for every scrap of air.

His mouth latches on my nipple. He sucks, bites, lets it go with a wet pop. “You okay?” he mutters.

I can barely nod, but I do. “Yeah,” I whimper. “More. Please.” I sound destroyed. I love it.

Brody’s hips stutter. He wants to lose it, wants to ruin me for good, but he forces it slow for a few more strokes. Each thrust is torture, burning through pain into something better. Every time I think I’m at the edge, he presses deeper, grinding his cock against my clit, making me shatter with the friction.

I’m so fucking wet. It leaks down my thighs, drenching him. My cunt milks him, makes these nasty noises, every bit of me wide open and exposed. He watches my face, drinks down every gasp, every broken plea.

I wrap my legs around him, desperate for more pressure. His cock pounds in, harder now, relentless. My bones rattle. I want to scream, but I bite his shoulder instead, stifling the sob.

He likes it. I can feel him shudder, cock twitching inside me.

His hand covers my mouth, muffling every cry. “Quiet. Everyone’s asleep.”

Humiliation hits, hot and dizzy. His family, right down the hall. I could die if anyone found out what we’re doing. I don’t slow down, though.

He holds me down so tight I can’t move. “Take it, Bambi. That’s it. Let it hurt.”

I take it. I grit my teeth and let it rip me open.

The first time, you always hear stories. Girls say it hurts, or sometimes it doesn’t hurt at all, or sometimes you bleed buckets and scream. Nobody ever tells you that it feels like your whole body is being rebuilt from the inside out. Destroyed and rebuilt.

He continues to hold me down, one palm clamped flat over my mouth, the other tangled so hard in my hair it stings. I love that it stings. I love being pinned. I love the sick sound of skin slapping, of my wetness squelching as he rocks in and out of me.

Brody leans in close, mouth on my ear. Too rough, too deep. “You’re so fucking tight. I can barely move in you, Bambi. You’re squeezing the life out of my cock.”

All I can do is nod and take it. Take everything he gives. My nails rake down his back. I feel his muscles flex. The rhythm picks up, harder, faster. He slams me into the mattress, making the bed creak.

I wonder if anyone will hear us. I hope they do. I hope his parents wake up, or the sister down the hall, or anyone in this ugly world who thinks I belong to someone other than Brody Voss.

He owns me now. He carves it into my skin. He fucks me like I’m his only salvation and his only ruin.

He shoves my legs up, knees smashed against my chest. Opens me all the way so he can go deeper. I whimper. My cunt grips him so tight I can feel every vein, every throb.

“Take my cock,” he growls, voice rough, breath ragged. I hook my legs over his shoulders.

His grip is bruising as he yanks me closer, burying himself inside me, and fucking me hard, fast, relentless. My nails sink into the sheets, legs shaking, my moans broken and desperate.

His cock slips out, wet, then he shoves it back in. Fucks me slow for a second, then snaps his hips again. His eyes are locked on where we’re joined. I watch him—veins popping in his neck, jaw clenched, sweat rolling down his chest. The sight of him fucking me sends a rush of goosebumps over my skin. I shiver, helpless, so fucking full.

He slows, rocking his cock in, filling me deep, making me feel every inch. Each thrust tortures me.

I look up at him, my whole body trembling. “I love you,” I whisper.

“I love you too,” he murmurs, still rolling his hips. I rake my hands through his dark hair, moaning soft, feeling every thick inch drag inside me.

He looks up at me, like I’m art, then drops his mouth to my tit, sucking hard, biting my nipple until I gasp. His hand finds my other breast, pinching, rolling, making my cunt squeeze tight around him. He goes back and forth. Sucking, biting, tugging, making me whimper as he fucks me slow and deep.

Then he sits back, grabs my legs, spreads me open wide. “I’m not done with you yet.” His voice is dark, playful. He slams into me again, faster. His cock hammers my pussy, slapping wet and loud.

I’m moaning, begging, gone. Every thrust hits the spot, perfectly. His lip is caught between his teeth, eyes glazed. His finger rubs my clit. I lean up on my elbows and watch him as he fucks me and rubs me. Our eyes meet again. Magnetic. Hot. Filthy. I moan as I gaze at him, my eyes glazing over with heat.

“You want to cum on my cock. Bambi? I want to feel you let go.” Brody demands, rubbing faster, fucking me faster.

My body moves with the force of him. His eyes lower to my tits and watches them as they jiggle. My head falls back as I clench around him. A building pressure ignites within me. Building. Building. Building. I am hot all over. He doesn’t stop rubbing my clit, and it burns so good.

“Brody… oh fuck. Don’t stop.” I moan out, my breaths coming out uneven. The pressure rises higher, like a volcano. It’s right there and suddenly I am bursting, imploding, exploding.