Page 63 of Burn For Me

Tears streamed down her cheeks, and though she sucked in a gasp, she nodded her head yes.

“God help me, yes.” Her eyes locked with mine. “I didn’t want it at first, I swear. I only wanted you when I was at work, but I couldn’t stop myself from enjoying it. I never wanted them to stop.”

The realization was like having ice water dumped on my head at the same time as that raging anger inside me flared back to life. All those people died because I’d thought I was avenging her, and all this time she was not only alive, she’d liked it?

Standing in a rush, I backed away, clenching my fists. I wanted to scream as the pain settled in my chest. Nothing in my life was ever real. It was always a lie—fake family, fake doctor, fake love, fake concern. My eyes snapped up to Adalyn’s, and she was still in the throes of a toxic combination of desire and terror, her body a writhing mess on the bed as she tried to relieve the building pressure inside.

I no longer had anything, and a man that had nothing to live for was the most dangerous.

“I was going to give you this,” I said as I stood to show off the large cock standing tall against my stomach. “I was going to let you be my first real fuck, slam this cock into you hard, and make you scream my name.”

“Oh god, yes, please Derek, please fuck me hard. Use me for your pleasure. I want to be used.”

I was tempted to shove the fucking thing back in my fatigues and walk away, but why shouldn’t I have something that I enjoyed first? Walking around to the foot of the bed, I grabbed the frame from underneath and gave it a heave. It scraped easily across the wooden floor as I pulled it away from the wall. I stood at the foot of the bed and made sure that Adalyn’s eyes were trained on the cock between my legs as I stroked it fast.

Her breathing had picked up and was coming out in pants even though I wasn’t touching her. Yes, I knew what I wanted to do now. I leaned over the foot of the bed and practically dove between her legs to get a taste of that pussy. It was still so tempting. She groaned and thrashed around as I sucked at the juices and the sensitive folds until the whimpering changed pitch and I knew she was close to coming all over my face. Standing, I walked around to the head of the bed and pushed the fatigues down enough that I could straddle her chest.

“What about your boyfriend? Won’t he be upset that you fucked this cock?” I asked, bouncing it off her face. She turned her head to try to lick at it, but I made sure to stay just out of reach.

“I don’t care.”

I lifted an eyebrow at her. Had she been like this away from the asylum? Had she sought out wild sex with whoever and then cuddled with her monster when she could? It was an answer I didn’t dare ask for fear of killing her immediately. If she said the word ‘yes,’ there was no telling what I’d do.

“You want your monster?” I stroked the thick length right in front of her eyes but just out of reach. My hand slowly ran from base to tip to squeeze out a drop of clear liquid that dripped onto her face. “Is this what you crave?”

“Yes! Fuck! Yes!”

“Are you sure, Adalyn? I can’t tell with the stench of lies in the room,” I asked, smacking her in the face with my cock hard enough that the sound could’ve been mistaken for the slap of my hand. As the quick sharp sting of pain registered, I learned something new about myself—I liked the pain. I quickly smacked her again, harder this time, and a red mark appeared on her cheek. This time, I left it sitting on the side of her face and admired the view.

“Yes, oh yes.” Her tongue snaked out of her mouth, and I groaned, the sound more like a growl as she traced wet lines along the shaft. “Give it to me. Shove it in my mouth,” she begged, turning to latch her lips onto the throbbing shaft. The warm sucking sensation, even in just the one small spot, was incredible. I wanted more, so I was going to take it.

Grabbing her chin, I pulled her mouth away from my cock and stared down into her eyes, feral with need. “Then you’re going to take it all, and you’re not going to complain.”

She nodded her head furiously in my grasp, and my muscles flexed as my own shudder of desire flowed through my body faster than any accelerant. Releasing her face, I rose up and leaned on the headboard's metal rail until I could align my cock with her mouth. In that position, Adalyn’s tongue could just reach the tip, swirling around the engorged head. The rage was as strong as the longing to finally find release as I rammed my cock into her mouth without any warm-up or hesitation. Her eyes opened in surprise as she instantly gagged on the large invasion.

“You’re going to take it, slut,” I growled out as I lifted my hips and then pushed back into the hot mouth. She was no longer a person. She was no longer Adalyn. She was simply a hot hole that was satisfying my body’s needs. I leaned over the rail of the bed and thrust hard in and out of her mouth. The bed bounced, the springs squeaking loudly with the force of me fucking her face.

A few times, she tried to turn her head or say something, but I didn’t care what she wanted to say. I had one goal, and that was to release this hot load of come down her throat and make her swallow or choke on it. I didn’t care which one happened.

“Fuck yeah,” I moaned, picking up the pace. My thrusts were hard and fast as I rammed home into her mouth and deeper into her throat, using her the way she said she wanted. I used her the way she always saw me.

I was the monster. I was the thing that snuck into your home. I was going to scare her and scar her for life. She’d never look at another cock the same way, as I’d forever be burned into her mind. She was getting what she’d always wanted now because I wasn’t holding back. I wasn’t acting like a lover that thought about their partner, and I sure as hell wasn’t stopping.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” I growled as my cock expanded, giving me just a moment of warning before the first stream of come shot from the tip.

Adalyn began sucking hard and moaning as each thrust brought another load from the depths of my balls into her waiting mouth. The last stream shot out, and my body shuddered with the violent final release. Pulling my softening cock from Adalyn’s mouth, I looked down at her for the first time since I started fucking her face. She was soaked with tears, her eyes red, and streams of my come that she couldn’t swallow trickled from either side of her mouth. I grabbed my semi-hard cock and rubbed it on her face like it was a caress. The wet, sloppy sound alone already had me starting to get hard again.

“You’re a good slut.” I smacked her hard on the left cheek with my cock, making her wince. “Did you like that?” A smack on her right cheek, one that got a little harder with the sting. “Do you want me to do it again?” A smack on her swollen and puffy lips.

“No,” she said hoarsely, but her eyes flared with desire.

“Well, you’re not going to get a choice because look at this,” I said, once more making her stare at the hand traveling over my shaft. She never took her eyes off what I was doing, and her body flexed as she moaned beneath me. “I’m hard again already.” I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back to force her to look up at me. “Isn’t this what you wanted? For your monster to take his pleasure by using you? Fuck you hard in all your holes?”

“Ah,” she yelled as I reached back with my right hand to tease her pussy. I pinched that rock-hard clit between my fingers and stroked it hard and fast, making her cry out and squirm as she panted like an animal. I’d never heard noises like the guttural ones slipping from her lips, not even listening to the nympho at the asylum get fucked multiple times a week. I liked the sound. I wanted her to continue to beg me and to want more—to feel the need to come and be so close, only to be denied.

“Yes, oh yes, I’m so close,” Adalyn panted, bucking her hips into my hand hard. “Put your fingers in. Oh please, fuck me with your fingers.”

I let go of her pleasure button and slid my cock between her breasts.