Chapter 30 - THIRTY

Chapter 30: Chapter THIRTY

ANGEL

He was right, so fucking right that I wanted to murder him.

"I don’t want you, Damien, and I never will. Do this all you want, but I’ll never crave you. Your cock is the last on earth that I would want inside of me!"

I wanted to make him furious, to give him reasons to hurt me, so I could hate him more, so that my body would realize the monster that he was.

He was enraged alright, his eyes were now a deep grey, but he didn’t thrust into me as I’d expected.

"Too bad, my cock is all you are going to have. You will yearn for it, you will want me to claim you. You know why?" He enunciated each word. "Because you’re a slut, and sluts have no self-respect."

He grabbed my face again, then he kissed my jaw. My neck, sucking my breasts, the noise of his mouth feasting on my nipples echoed in the empty room.

I could feel my peaks tightening. My breasts becoming heavier with arousal. I squirmed beneath him, but he fully had me trapped.

"I just have to touch you like this!" He breathed fire against my neck, grinding his cock against my crotch intensely now. I felt that pressure building and panic flared. I didn’t want to cum.

No. No. I didn’t want my body to react.

"And like this..." His cock spanked heavily against my clit. SLAP.

SLAP.

The sick sound echoed.

"Oh!" I screeched, unable to contain the burst of pleasure that formed dots in my eyes. I was so close.

What was wrong with me? Damien was sick. Worse than a wild animal. So why were my hips arching from the mattress and craving more of his cock slaps?

I was the one supposed to use my body against him.

"See, you love that? You like my cock slapping against your fat clit, you’re fucking aching for my dick right now. So convince me to give it to you!" He panted roughly. "Beg slut!"

He hit me with his cock a few more times, dragging pleasure in its wake and forcing a high shrill moan from my unwilling throat.

"No...Stop!" I yanked his hair, but he chose that moment to slap my clit. Again. And again. The sound of flesh echoing. I gasped, gagging for air, my gaze lidded with delirium.

"Such a slut. Now beg! Tell uncle to fuck you with this big cock. To flood your cunt with my cum!"

I didn’t want to watch him as he barked the command ruthlessly, but I was snared in his stare. His eyes possessed so much anger, dark with something primal. Crazed. Like he was barely holding himself back from ravishing me.

"Please...nnno... more. I can’t bear it,"

Oh god.

Just watching him look at me, the way his eyes which always looked dead were now purely alive, was going to make me cum. But I fought it. I wanted him to give in first, to lose patience and just fuck me raw. To give me what I want without disgracing myself.

"What was that? You want more? These slaps aren’t enough for you, you want me to fill you up, then say it!" He taunted.

"NO!"

The head of his cock rubbed my clit in a circular motion, a loud pleasured cry left my lips as jolts of electricity fired through my bundle of nerves. I was dripping, the sheets beneath me soaked.

"You know you want it," his voice lowered in a dark convincing pitch, "My cock will feel better when it’s inside of you,"

He was like the devil, the serpent persuading me to sin. To beg for something forbidden.

"Fuck yourself!" I met his stare heatedly.

"Wrong answer, you and I know you’ll submit, why torture yourself by trying to deprive yourself what you so much crave? Are you making it more fun on purpose?"

He smacked my slit again with his heavy cock. And again. And again. Harder

My voice was raw from my screams, pleasure and pain blurred into one, each slap making my vision go white. My nails raked down his back.

I was screaming, thrashing. My chest was heaving now, hot pleasure making my stomach clench. I wanted to cum, I was going to cum. There was no winning against it when Damien was too determined, his cock was crafted solely for my punishment, to reduce me to a broken mess like this.

"I hate you." I sobbed.

"Your pussy tells me otherwise. You’re so in love with the cock that is going to ruin you..." He chuckled. "You just need to accept it, you’re a slut. You can’t resist this cock. Say please and Uncle will stretch this pussy wide with his large cock and I won’t stop. Until you cream. Until I cum inside of you, my cock will own every inch of you, I’ll make you bleed but you’ll like it,"

I tried to remain defiant, but his dirty words only seemed to make me crazy for just that.

And the word left my trembling lips.

"Yes."

"What was that?"

"Please—" My hips buckling wildly, trying to reach after his retreating cock.

"Your words are not good enough. You have three seconds, princess. Or I might just get bored and change my mind. Then I won’t fuck you even if you beg,"

He wouldn’t dare change his mind. Not when I wanted it this badly. He could control his need, but I couldn’t. I needed this to survive.

"One—"

"Please I need—I need your cock!" I screamed. If there was one thing I’d learnt, he did take his countdown seriously.

"You want my thick cock inside of you?" he smiled broadly. His eyes blazed with something that looked like victory. My thighs were still trembling, my cunt fully soaked.

An embarrassed mewl croaked from me. "Yes."

Just as the words tumbled out, another brutal smack of his heavy cock sent me flying over the edge.

I came.

Screaming.