Page 170 of The Carnage We Keep

I drag my heavy cock almost all the way out of her cunt, slow enough that she feels every inch as her snug pussy tightens around me.

Then I ram right back in.

Bella cries out, her bound wrists jerking against the headboard. But I don't give her a second to recover, I just do it again.

Then again.

Then fucking again.

My grip tightens around her waist as I fucking pound into her like a demon. The wet sounds of her needy cunt mix with the slap of flesh against flesh and the raw, achy moans of pleasure tumbling from her throat.

Bella’s eyes roll up, her hands bunching and straining against the lace as I fuck the shit out of her.

Like I know she needs.

Like I know she craves.

The rhythmic, staccato punch of her whined “yes! Yes! Yes! YES!” punctuates the air heating around us. My fingers dig into her skin as I thrust into her over and over, my head swimming with the delirious heat of her sweet pussy.

“Fuck yes!!” she cries out, her face caving. “Don't stop! Don't ever stop!”

I groan, snarling like a wild beast as I slide one hand up her body and wrap it around her throat.

Her eyes fall half shut, her mouth going slack.

“Make me your toy," she whimpers. "Use me. Fucking use me.”

Her swimmy eyes slowly focus on me, her forehead tightening and her body jerking with every savage thrust of my muscled hips.

“Make me your whore.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

My other hand finds her jaw, tilting her face up to mine as I lean over her. My thumb drags across her swollen bottom lip before I slide it into her mouth. Bella moans deeply, wrapping her soft lips around my thumb and sucking as her eyes lock right onto mine.

"Wreck me," she burbles around my thumb as my thick cock rams into her. "Wreck my pussy. Break me."

Untethered darkness ignites inside me, clawed and unmerciful, wanting to fucking devour her whole.

My hand tightens around her throat as I thrust into her so hard that the headboard slams against the wall.

"More," Bella chokes, her haggard, broken voice dripping with need. “Please…”

I squeeze tighter. Her moans fill the room as her eyes roll back.

“Tighter!” she whines.

She swallows against my hand, showing me what she means.

I give her what she wants. I let go of her jaw, wrap both my hands around her throat, and I fucking squeeze.

I fuck her harder, deeper, more brutally, without any shred of mercy. I pound into her so hard that her back scrapes over the sheets and the headboard starts banging into the wall.

Her arms strain, the black lace biting into her flesh as she starts to lose her fucking mind beneath me. Her mouth hangs slack, her body jerking with every thrust, her eyes glassy and lost like she's drowning but doesn't want to be saved.

I squeeze tighter. Her face suffuses red, the veins in her neck standing out against my palms. Her eyes roll back again as a strangled sound claws its way out of her throat.

I groan, lowering my mouth so my teeth can scrape across the shell of her ear.