Haunting-Adeline

“Don’t you dare move your hands,” he threatens, a second before he’s
pulling me down on his awai ng dick.
“Ah!” I shout, my hands seconds from flying to his chest so I can push off
of him. He’s too much, stretching me wider than I’ve ever been.
My eyes are rounded into giant saucers as I whimper from the assault. I
feel his girth slide between my fingers as he works himself inside deeper.
“Stop! It doesn’t fit,” I gasp.
“What a poor li le mouse,” he coos mockingly, his tone husky and ght.
“Maybe one day you’ll let me treat this cunt like glass and show it all my
love, but you’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you?”
When I don’t answer, he jerks me down on him harder, earning another
pained whimper. “Haven’t you?” he barks.
“Yes!” I shout breathlessly, squeezing my eyes shut against the invasion.
“Are you going to be a good li le girl now?”
“Yes,” I mewl desperately. The pain is morphing into something far more
intense and breathtaking. He slides out and pushes back in, gentler this
me, but no less angry.
It feels like my body is on the cusp of burs ng. This isn’t natural to be so
goddamn full.
He pulls out to the p, and then he slams his en re length inside of me,
so deep, I swear I feel him coming up my throat. I cry out, my voice
breaking from the swell of emo on building inside my chest.
Not fucking natural.
“Goddamn, Addie, I can barely fucking fit.”
Must be why it feels like he’s tearing me in half.
He starts out slow and forceful. Harsh thrusts, then dragging himself out
at a torturous pace, before slamming inside me again. I feel my body
beginning to relax, sucking him in greedily as he damns my soul with every
stroke.
Widening his stance, he braces himself against the mirror, and my
stomach ghtens, sensing the oncoming damage he’s about to inflict on my
organs.
Shockwaves sca er throughout my nerve endings as he quickens his
pace, roughly fucking me against the mirror while loud noises I’ve never
made in my life fall from my lips. The pleasure is blinding, and the feel of