Page 92 of Forgive Me, Father
She nodded.
The monster cock was sleek, and I rubbed the pad of my thumb in front of her opening.
She whimpered slightly and I replaced my thumb with the dildo and pushed it into her passage slowly.
Her mouth opened as her butt lifted off the slab.
I can only imagine how her channel struggled to swallow this one.
She grunted as I pulled it out slowly.I switched on the vibration and pushed it back in.She moaned again, louder this time.
“How does it feel?”
“Your cock is better.”
I chuckled.“Good girl,” I praised her once more.“How does the butt plug feel?”
My finger tugged on it a little and more moans and whimpers left her lips.
“Uncomfortable,” she replied.
The dildo didn’t do it for me and I switched off, flopping it to the side.
I kissed the inside of her right thigh.She was so fucking beautiful.My lips warmed against her skin as I twisted the butt plug a little more.“It will get better with time.And when I think you can handle it, I’m going to fuck your ass.”I bit hard onto her skin, and she cried out.
Her skin broke against the pressure of my teeth.She was going to be blue tomorrow, and I sucked softly.
She bit her lower lip hard, and my finger gently caressed her engorged nub that grew twice its size due to the lack of blood flowing freely.More grunts escaped her, and I could tell she was reveling in it.Her body slowly relaxed, a subtle surrender to the sensation, and then I took another bite out of her thigh.
My darkness loved every scream that fell from her lips.
I growled as I released her thigh and sucked on her clit.
She tasted utterly divine.Her intoxication fed my demon, it lingered on my tongue.
My heart raced in my chest, each beat pounding like a drum, as her sounds of ecstasy grew stronger.
“Don’t come,” I warned her for the third time.
“Then stop fucking licking me,” she countered.I grabbed her mouth hard.
Her lips twisted into a pucker.“Stop telling me what to do.You are in no position, little runaway.”
I let her go and I couldn’t get enough of manhandling her.I wanted to bestow more pain and more pleasure.I wanted to fuck her already And none of it was good—not a single bit.
I had to hold on, stretch it out, to make every moment count, to last longer in the world outside.
I reached for my cane; a dark chuckle escaped my lips as I felt the weight of it in my hand.She was going to scream my name.
I used it on the side of her butt cheek and she yelped upon impact.
“Does it burn?”I asked.
“Yes, it does.”
“Good.You need it.”
She growled and her defiance was making my cock grew harder.It begged for a release, but I knew that I needed more time.More blood and more pain.
