Depraved by Trent Evans
Chapter 11
Her words were so welcome, they were almost crystalline, as if everything she’d uttered before were mere distant echoes, their meaning paling to the sounds they made now.
Her form was mouthwatering as she hung there in her bonds. It seemed as if the verbalizing of her need, at finally giving in to it, had drained her still further, and even her hands hung, utterly still from their wrist restraints, firmly bound against the wooden cross.
He stroked the long lines of her soft inner thighs, wanting to savor the moment.
“Are you sure?”
It was a cruel question, but cruelty was his trade, and he was exceedingly good at it.
“Yes… yes! Oh fuck, now…please now!”
Grinning, he freed his iron-hard erection from his tight shorts, tapping its heavy weight against her thigh.
“This will hurt. Have you ever had one… like this?”
He knew she hadn’t, of course. Her reaction to first laying eyes on it spoke volumes far more descriptive than any words she could have hoped to verbalize.
“N-no… please… I can’t take anymore.”
She was almost delirious with need now, her cunt swollen, red, and very, very wet. Her nipples were tight, rock hard points, the areolas even seeming swollen now. Her lips were bitten, engorged, impossibly lovely. Her eyes, half-lidded, looked ready to spill tears, her face smudged with the rouge of her embarrassment at her surrender to a will she could never hope to resist.
It was the moment he’d waited far longer for than he’d ever believed he was capable of, but somehow, he knew it would be worth it.
This was only the beginning after all—though it was clear she didn’t realize that.
Not yet, anyway.
“Try to relax, girl. I’m not going to hold back. If you resist, you’ll tear—and that won’t stop me either.” He placed the broad head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. “Be good for me.”
The height of the dais was perfect, chosen by him for exactly this possibility, and as he lunged forward in one huge, unforgiving thrust, it afforded him the perfect angle to get as deep into her as he possibly could.
His head battered into her cervix as he bottomed out, and he sighed with the tight grip of her sodden sex about him.
She yelped, a deep vertical line at the center of her brow as she hissed at the pain.
“Too much… fuck, too much!”
He leaned over her, taking her upper lip between his teeth. “Too bad.”
Rearing back, he thrust again, this time drawing a cry from her, but strangely it didn’t seem to cause her cunt to squeeze him any less furiously.
“Oh God… oh no… oh no!”
He thundered into her again, and deviously, thumbed the hood of her clit again, rubbing it harshly as he drove into her yet again.
She cried out then, jerking against the bonds holding her fast, her face going a deep red, a flush suffusing her chest. Every muscle stood taut as her orgasm took her, and she grunted, then again, her cunt squeezing his length frantically, fluid flooding forth, soaking the dais below her.
“Oh fuck… oh fuck… still coming!”
Again, and again, she spasmed, her head lolling back and forth.
He stabbed into her again, still thumbing her clit, loving the way her awareness seemed to be drowned in pure sensation.
“God… this is… too much… too much!”
He took up a harsh, unforgiving thrusting then, the frame of the cross creaking and squeaking as he drove into her.
She panted, and moaned, and he wasn’t sure if she was still coming, or merely suffering as his hard cock continued using her spent—and now certainly over-sensitized—post-orgasm cunt.
He gripped her by the shoulder, holding her fiercely as he fucked her, staring at her face, loving how her eyes were still tight shut.
Pushing even harder, he drove brutally inside her, his cock hitting her cervix with every thrust now, and her brow furrowed again, her eyes fluttering open.
She met his gaze then, just at the moment his balls pulled tight, the hot, angry rush of his seed spilling forth within her, flooding her.
His cum dripped out even as he slammed against her with a last flurry of strokes, his orgasm making him see stars behind his eyes.
Then he pulled back, his heavy cock swinging between his thighs as he beheld the stretched, plundered gape of her sex.
Her labia quivered, then her pussy squeezed, and again, her slit closing back up partially. A thick dollop of semen flowed out, landing upon the dais.
“How… oh… how did you… do that? It’s… too big. Oh, fuck, it stings now…”
He took her chin in his hand, pausing to try to catch his breath even as he stared into her eyes.
“Yulia Wyndham… I’ve barely even started.”