which weakens my restraint, completely withering it when she starts humming around me.
“Damn you, woman,” I groan, unable to take this excruciating torture any longer.
I grab her by the hair with enough strength to bring her slight pain, and the small whimper of satisfaction that leaves her lips emboldens the wild animal in me to come out. Without delay, I thrust all of me inside her until I feel the back of her throat clench with my size. With my eyes fixed on hers, I look for reassurance that she can take the beating that I’m offering. Her gorgeous, dark lashes beating twice is the only sign I get, baiting me to do my worst.
A better man would warn her. A better man would ask and gain her verbal consent first. A better man would handle this situation very differently.
Unfortunately for her, I’m not the better man.
I lost the right to call myself that months ago.
All that remains is this—a caged animal that pretends to be a docile creature to do a worse man’s bidding. I’m nothing but a starved beast, ready to pounce on its unassuming prey upon drawing the first scent of blood. Thirsty for flesh, craving to tear it from bone until there is nothing left but raw passion. There is nothing more I want to do than to sink my sharp teeth into this precious stone until I shatter it—piece by glorious piece. She opened the door, inviting the monster in, unaware of the devil that’s about to possess her.
I repeatedly thrust deep into her mouth, in search of the release that has escaped me before. The night she let me taste her sweet cunt for the first time, only to deprive me ever since. My fingers bite into her scalp as I push her to take in all of me, the sound of her gagging, making the sick, twisted part of me rejoice.
“Is this what you wanted?” I curse out when I watch the tears smudge her black eyeliner.
As Stone cranes back her head, I prepare myself for the disgust I’ll likely see imprinted on those emerald jewels of hers. But instead, I find in them a river of desire break out in a fire, torched by my lack of restraint. I feel her nails bite into my ass cheeks, ordering me to keep up with my harrowing tempo, making me groan out.
This woman will be the death of me.
“Oh, fuck, Stone. What are you doing to me? You want it, I’ll give it to you,” I threaten wholeheartedly.
The fiend she’s confronted with next is something I’ve never shown any woman I’ve ever been with. The debutants, cheerleaders, and groupies will fake that they like it rough behind closed doors, just so they’re treated tenderly out in the open. But I know it’s all for show, so they never get a taste of my true, coarse, obscene nature. They are all too damn vanilla and would probably whine my ear off if I left a single bruise on their flawless skin. And that is just the sort of headache I’ve always tried to stay clear from.
Stone, however, isn’t as delicate.
Her busted-up knees on the grimy floor, swallowing my cock like there’s no tomorrow, tells me as much. With those other girls, I never really let go. They didn’t care that they were getting just a smidge of me, as long as they were seen on my arm at some party we met. For them, it would be enough of a reward for my little brutality.
With Stone, though, it’s a whole other ball game. She’ll never be content with less than my true self. Aside from that, she couldn’t give two fucks either way if people see us together or not. She doesn’t expect me to call in the morning after I’ve fucked her brains out. She’s doesn’t want to talk about feelings or take me on long walks on the beach. She doesn’t want jack shit from me. I’m not sure she even likes me. At this very moment, all she wants is my cock in her mouth, dominating her completely. And for the first time in my entire life, I’m all too willing to comply with a woman’s demands.
I give everything I have—all of it and more.
I fuck her inviting mouth like it’s the last hole I’ll ever be in. As her tears start trickling down her face, the sparkle in her eyes keeps fixated on mine, demonstrating she’s loving every minute of my