“Get it wet for me,” I said. My cock was rigidly hard as she opened her mouth, gazing up at me as her tongue stroked over me. I pressed into her throat, knotting my hand in her hair, holding myself there until she gagged, her eyes watering.

“Fuck, that’s right. Choke on it.” She didn’t pull away, despite struggling to keep me so deep in her throat. I released her head after several long seconds, the tight pulsations of her throat feeling so damn good. But I repositioned myself between her thighs, knowing that her pussy would feel even better. “You sure you want it, angel? You must be aching.”

Jason had been merciless, and I loved the thought of sinking into that sore cunt, fucking her until she came again despite the pain. But I needed her to want it. I needed her to crave suffering for me just as much as I craved her in return.

She lifted her hips, pressing toward me as she whispered, “Fuck me like you hate me, Manson. Make it hurt.”

I had to pause, closing my eyes and inhaling slowly. When I opened them again, she was looking at me like she was on the verge of begging, nudging herself against me, her wide eyes pleading.

“Tell me that again, angel,” I growled. “Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me.” God, she was begging for it, her voice heavy with need. “Please, Manson. Fuck me hard. I want to struggle to take it.”

“Yeah?” My brain was going to snap if she kept looking at me like that, drawing me in with her eyes. She reached for me, gripping her fingers around me and stroking me.

“Please,” she said, like the anticipation alone was painful. “Fuck me, sir, please, please, please —”

I entered her hard, gripping her thighs and pressing them up so I could get a deeper angle. Her eyes went wide, grasping my arms as she cried out. Her nails dug in — I fucking loved those long, sharp nails — and I grinned at the sting, hunching over her as I fucked her.

“Is this what you want? Hm? You want it to hurt?” She nodded rapidly, her sleepiness now replaced with fierce endurance. It was impossible to look at her face without my balls tightening, warning me that my stamina was going to be short-lived.

“Fuck yes, hurt me…” Her voice broke on the words, and I nearly did too. “Harder…I want it harder…”

My mind was entirely engulfed by her, the feeling of her, the sounds. Her voice was contorted between pleasure and pain, and she cried out with every punishing thrust.

“Are you going to take whatever I give you?” She nodded again, whimpering as she did. “Then open your mouth.”