Beautiful Agony (A Tale Of Savage Love, Part I) (14 page)

I moaned, loud.  His words were driving me crazy.  “Lean
forward as much as you can,
pushing your ass up towards me,” he continued.
 
“
I want a blatant invitation to fuck you raw.”

I was
faint
,
shaking, sweating.
Hardly even able to believe I was actually d
oing this.  Yet
,
do
ing
it; I
was
.  I moved my head down as far as it would go, mashing my breasts aga
inst the bed.  The pillow beneat
h my sternum was now
saturated
, the sheets as slick and wet as my own skin.  Moaning
even more desperately
in strangled agony, I pushed my ass up towards him, feeling
a depthless maw
within me
go yawning open.  It
swallowed me fully
as I capitulated
to his demands.  I could almost see the
cruel smile
of satisfaction
on his handsome face behind me
as he gripped my hips tighter, pulling upwards on them to further widen my
already-
spread privates. 
How much did he want of me?  B
etter yet, how much could I give?

“Now
,” he said smugly, “give it to me
.”  Then he began to move.  Holding me in place, his thumbs digging into the dimples in my ass,
he began to grind himself against
me, shoving and thudding his
huge rod of flesh
into my tight, resistant
opening.  “Come on,
baby,” he growled,
growing impatient.
“
I
s
aid
give it to
me
!”

Punching
himself into my sensitive tissues
, he thrust that enormous
staff
into me harder and harder.  I felt it spearing me, cleaving me, ripping me open.  It
possessed
me
fully
, and I
damn well
knew it.  “Give it to me, gi
ve it to me,” he demanded
, ramming
into
me so hard
,
my knees began to come up off the bed.  It felt like I was being invaded with a cheese grater, as if his cock was tearing me up from the inside out.

“You’re hurting me,” I whimpered, my courage crumbling.  Why had I done this?  Why?

“
Yes
,” he said with
sudden
satisfaction.  “
Yes
.”

I started to struggle, started to try to pull away, using the bars for leverage as I desperately wrenched my body away from him.  “You’re not going anywhere,” he told me, easily dragging me right back ag
ainst him with minimal effort.

“You,” I said angrily, “you…”

“That’s it, tell me.”

“You
asshole,
I hate you!”
I screamed at the top of my lungs.

“That’s it
baby, give it
to me. 
All of it.  Take your anger o
ut on me.  Tell me what you think of me
.  But while you do, you open that
sweet little
pussy right up for me
. 
Cause
I’m going to fuck it good.”  He was thudding himse
lf harder now
, hammering relentlessly, rhythmically slapping his flesh brutally up against mine.  “I’m going to
conquer
you and use you
and own you
,” he ground out roughly
through gritted teeth
as he steadily pounded away.  “I’m going to hurt you so bad, you no longer have to hurt yourself.  I’m going to
fuck you until
all
of that bad shit
of yours
bleeds the hell
away
.”

And that was it then.  That was what he was doing.  He’d seen the scars after all. 
He’d read all the damage – stated and implied - in my email, of course.  But now I suddenly realized that he must’ve seen the embarrassing marks on my skin as well.  He
was an observant so
n of a bitch
.
  I didn’t know whether to be frightened of
the
fact that someone else knew the truth, or relieved.  But as he continued
thrusting
himself
into me
, it quickly ceased to matter.

His cock was so thick, so fat, so rock-hard
and enormous
.  It
felt like it
was tearing me in two.  “I’m going to shove it in yo
u so deep you taste me,” he continued cruelly
, “going to ram you so hard you won’t be able to walk for days.”

Now
I was into it.  Suddenly, it was my entire existence. 
My whole body, mind, being, soul – was welcoming his
aggressive assault
with open arms.  “Yes, yesss,” I wailed
.

“Fuck that dirty little pussy,” he told me, “fuck it until you scream.”

“Yes baby, yes,” I was panting, grunting, moaning.  He was ramming and plunging his cock into me, the sharp pain getting duller and duller by the moment.  I
could actually feel it driving the
deep-seated
pain
right
out of me, crushing it into
dust, grinding it into
nothingness.  I practically wept with joy.

I could feel my soft, inner tissues balking, swelling as he battered me.  My mind might have grasped the beauty of what h
e was doing for me, but my body
was still resistant.  It tried to somehow spit him out;
my inner walls
clenching spastically as he churned
himself faster and faster
. 
Then m
y wet, trembling flesh
began
tightening
against him,
as if it could somehow clamp down on him fiercely enough to stop his unholy invasion.  But it was no
use.  He would have
me, no matter what
.

Without warning, he let go of my hip again and slapped my ass cheek
hard
. 
Smack
,
smack
,
smack
, echoed brutally in the still night air.  “O
pen that pussy,” he said gratingly
.  “Let me in
right now
.”

“I’m trying, I’m trying,” I whimpered as I realized with certain horror that he still had several inch
es left to go.  My tender
membranes were literally shredding, tearing as he plundered me.  I knew they’d heal quickly, as tissues in the mouth and vagina always did, but even so, I’d still
achingly
feel
him tomorrow, all the whole day long.

“You’re not trying hard enough,” he replied almost angrily.  “I said
let me in
.”

My thighs were cramping, sweat and
slippery wetness from inside me
coating their entire upper sides.  His thick staff, as it plunged and thrust into me, made a
moist, smacking sound;
the suction clearly audible, turning me on even more.

“U
hnn, uhnn,” I moaned.  His meaty
legs pushed mine out further as he let go of my hips and
grabbed me by the hair once more
.  His left hand w
ound through the sweaty tresses while
he took his right hand and reached around my hip –
all the way over to the front
. 
Grabbing my
sex
with his entire hand
, he
used it to
a
ngle my pelvis
sharply, while at the same time, he sadistically drove deep
ly
inside
me
from
behind
.

I screamed as he sank down into the root, his balls slapping against
me
for the first time.  “God, god!” I shrieked, wailing like a crazed banshee as he mashed and thrust deeper and deeper
into
me.  He was so huge, I cou
ld feel the pressure of him
up
against my very spine, felt my pubis being
forced wider to accommodate his member
, his length and girth stretching my bones to the very limit.

“That’s it,” he said with satisfaction.  “Now, take me. 
All
of me.  I’m going to fuck tha
t tight little pussy
of yours
until I come
.”

He started slamming
himself into me, thrusting
in and out, flaying my
tender insides
.  His balls began slapping rhythmically up against the base of my clit
oris
, and I immediately gasped out loud.
Sensing what was turning me on;
Adam moved his hand
against my
lips,
insistently working his way inside.  T
hen I felt him grabbing my quivering, swollen nub
and twisting it
cruelly
.  He kept it held there, pinched between his thumb and fore
finger as he rode me mercilessly from behind
.

The intensity kept jacking me higher and higher. 
I felt Adam
wedged betwee
n my legs, forcing them open.  Felt his left hand
in my hair, controlling me, his fingers pulling sharply against the sodden strands.  My hands were still gripped in a death-lock around those metal bars, my nipples chafed from the sheets, body sweating, stomach clenching crazily, ass shaking and wobbling
as he pummeled
me relentlessly.

His fingers were torturous on my clit
oris
.  I could feel the blood pounding and pulsing there against his calloused skin.  It was shuddering, twitchin
g, getting ready to explode.  “Ah, ah, a
h,” I started to pant.

“That’s it baby
, give it to me.  Come
all o
ver
me now.”

“No, no, no,” I whimpered.  The orgasm was threatening to be more than I could bear.  I felt it towering over me, running rampan
tly through every single nerve
ending
in my body. 
I began to
shake
like a leaf
.  “No, no, no,” I whispered again.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Adam said firmly, his fingers now jerking my
tender bud
up and down.  And that was wh
en I lost it.  I didn’t just come
, I came
screaming
, my voice going scratchy and fading in and out as I bleated uncontrollably.  My whole body was jerking, pussy
clenching
and spasming, clit pulsing, come
gushing out of me and running down over his
throbbing
,
stiff,
co
ck.  He plunged it up inside me,
pumping
steadily and ferociously
,
pitilessly
riding me
towards
his irrevocable finish.

“Take it, t
ake all of it,” he growled ruthlessly as he stabbed me with his cruel
beast.  And the harder and more unrelentingly he
thrust it into me
, the harder and more inexorably I came.

His
staff
grew thicker and hotter. 
Through my weakly trembling walls
,
I
could actually feel
his heart-beat pounding from root to tip
within it
.  Suddenly, it started to seize inside of me.  I knew he was close.  Gritting my t
eeth and squeezing myself
against him, I desperately tried to snag the orgasm out of him.  But h
e just laughed at me.  “I’ll come
when
I’m
ready,” he said as he twisted my clit again.

“Oh, God, no,” I pleaded, literally starting to sob as he wrenched another grueling orgasm out of me
.  My thighs were crimping weakly
against him,
ass clenching,
poor
little bud
throbbing and throbbing against his sadistic grasp.  He held me, tortured me,
used
me,
his
callou
s fingers controlling my every breath by virtue o
f their grip on my clit
oris
alone.