Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
I pull out, and her body relaxes into the mattress with relief, but I’m just getting started. I flip her over onto her stomach and grip her hips, pulling her ass in the air. Looking down at my bloody cock, it makes me smile.
It’s not a lot, but it’s enough for me to make it messy. I stroke my dick a few times, covering my hand with it. Sliding two fingers into her for good measure, I then push my cock back into her, loving the way her cunt grips me tight. Leaning over her back, I reach around and grip her chin with my blood-covered hand.
“Taste that?” I shove a finger between her open lips, and she starts gagging. Spit flies from her mouth in the process and covers the white velvet headboard. “That’s your innocence, Lake, smeared all over my cock. Isn’t it sweet?”
She continues to gag while I pump in and out of her. “I’m going to take everything you have to give.” She sobs around my finger in her mouth. “And then some more. You will not know who you are, or where you came from.”
She chokes out a cry when I slam my hips forward, her fingers digging into the now bloody sheets.
“All you will know is me.” I shove into her, the sound of our bodies slapping fill the room. “All you will need is me.” Pulling out, I slam into her again and she screams. I remove my finger from her mouth and release her chin to slap my hand over her face, covering both her mouth and nose to silence her. “All you will have is me, little darling.”
A groan escapes my lips at the feel of her cunt tightly wrapped around my cock. “You feel so good, Lake. So fucking tight,” I tell her, listening to her mumbled cries. “You’re doing so good for me.” She tries to take in a breath, but my hand covers most of her tear-streaked face. “Taking my cock like the good whore I knew you’d be.”
She shakes her head, trying to free her face from my hand. I smile, tightening my hold, and lift her head back at an odd angle. My hips thrust forward, slamming into her, loving the way her body shakes under mine. Her hands come up and try to pry mine off her face, but it does no good. “Fight me, Lake,” I tell her. “Pretend you don’t want me when we both know your pussy is soaking wet.”
Her hands drop from mine as I feel her body starting to go soft, and I finally remove my hand from her face, allowing her to suck in a deep breath. I don’t want her passing out. Not today.
Sitting up, I grip her hips with my hands, smearing more blood on her body. I want her covered in it along with this bed. I don’t need her to bleed a lot. A little can go a long way when done right.
“I … hate you.” She sobs, her hands pushing against the headboard.
Smiling, I pause, my dick buried deep inside her cunt. “That’s not going to keep you from coming on my cock.”
LAIKYN
Fire is all I can think of. I’m burning from the inside out.
I’ve never experienced anything like this before. I was never allowed toys. The fear of touching myself made me sick to my stomach. If I made myself bleed, I’d be a disgrace to my family. Luke would have thought I wasn’t a virgin. Now I wish I would have just done it myself so Tyson wouldn’t have that satisfaction.
I cough and spit on the bed, not caring what he thinks of me, just wanting to get the blood out of my mouth. He holds me down, one hand in my hair, the other on my hip while his cock continues to tear me apart.
My hands grip the sheets, the headboard-anywhere I can get ahold of.
My face is covered in tears, drool, and my blood. I can’t stop sobbing. I feel like twenty-one years was just ripped away from me, but my body is enjoying it.
His grip in my hair tightens and he adjusts my head, shoving my face into the blood-stained comforter. I try to push myself up but he’s too strong. I can’t breathe. The taste of blood fills my mouth once again and bile rises. I have to force it down, so I don’t drown in my own vomit.
“Goddamn, Lake.” I hear him groan, and my pussy tightens around his dick at the sound.
He lets go of my hair, and I lift my head, sucking in a sharp breath, my lungs burning. He pulls out of me, and I sag against the bed, trying to catch my breath. But he grabs my hips and throws me onto my back once again, forcing me to look up at him.
He spreads my legs wide with his, and my eyes drop to his dick. It stands straight up, long and hard. A barbell piercing through the bottom of the shaft. It’s covered in blood and so is his lower abdomen.
“Please,” I beg, placing my hands on his bare muscular chest. “It hurts.”
He tilts his head to the side, his hand going to his dick, and he strokes it slowly. His eyes soften but quickly harden and it makes me wonder if I’m seeing shit. The lack of oxygen is making me delirious.
Reaching out, he grabs my hips and yanks me farther down the bed and pushes into me once again. I arch my neck and let out a scream as that burning sensation intensifies at his roughness. He wraps a hand around my neck and squeezes, digging the choker into my skin and cutting off my air.
Leaning over my body, he thrusts into me over and over. His eyes staring into mine, watching the tears run down the side of my face while he fucks me. “You’re doing so good, Lake. So fucking good. Look how well your pussy is taking my cock.”
My arms fall to my sides and dots take over his features. I’m going to pass out. Or he’s going to kill me. Either way, all I can do is take it.
But something else is happening. I feel a different kind of heat. That fire burning inside me starts crawling up my legs to my stomach. That is quickly replaced with a numbing and tingling sensation. Chills cover my entire body but I feel hot at the same time. Is this what it feels like to die?
“That’s it, little darling.” He lowers his mouth to my face and licks my innocence off my lips before growling. “Let it go. Be a good girl and come all over my bloody cock. Show me how much you like it.”
I don’t know what he’s talking about. I can barely hear him over the blood rushing in my ears. Then everything goes bright like a burst of energy shoots through me. My body tenses, my back bows, and my eyes shut. Or I lose my sight completely. I’m not sure.
My body rocks back and forth a few more times before his dick pulses inside me. I’m gasping for breath when I look up and see he’s hovering over me. One bloody hand cupping my face while the other is on the comforter by my head.
“You’re okay,” he tells me, and I don’t understand why he would say that.
My hands slap at his chest, and he sits up, grabbing both wrists and holding them captive to stop me. “Breathe, Lake.” His eyes are on mine. “Deep breaths.”
I’m shaking uncontrollably. My body sweating and still tingling. I feel like I’ve been struck by lightning. “I-“
“Don’t talk,” he orders. “Just breathe.”
He releases my wrists and pulls his cock from my pussy, making me flinch at how sore it is. Everything hurts. My hips, my throat, my jaw, my back. My fucking teeth are chattering, for Christ’s sake.
Cupping my face, he wipes his fingers across my cheek, and I realize I’m still crying. “Sit up.” He doesn’t even allow me to do it. He grips my shoulders and pulls me to a sitting position.
Getting off the bed, he bends over and slides one arm under my shaking legs, the other around my back, and he lifts me up off the bed, carrying me to the bathroom. We enter the glass shower that takes up the large corner, and he sets me on the cold tiled bench seat before turning on the showerhead.
Adjusting the water, I sit silently staring at the floor. I had an orgasm. I’ve read about it but never experienced it before. I’ve heard that it’s hard to get off your first time, but I didn’t have a problem.
What does that say about me? Why did my body enjoy something so wrong? So painful? It betrayed me. My mind knew what we were doing was wrong, but that didn’t matter. Sex is manipulation, and he just found out how much he can use that.
Warm water hits my chest, and I lean into it, my body freezing.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.”
I lift my head and look up at him. He’s got his hand out to me. “Can you stand?” he asks.
Not really sure. I make it to my shaky legs and pray that I don’t give him the satisfaction of falling to my knees.
TWELVE
TYSON
I take the sprayer and wash off what’s left of her innocence. She bows her head, watching it go down the drain.
The poor thing had never orgasmed before. She didn’t know what the fuck hit her. I can say I was surprised. I was sure she had fooled around with herself before and gotten off. A woman doesn’t have to fuck a dick or dildo to come. Has she never touched herself before?
What twenty-one-year-old woman has never used a vibrator on her clit? Or rubbed one out with her fingers?
Her entire body is still feeling it. She stands before me shaking and still trying to catch her breath. Of course, that could be from me choking her as well.
“You’ve never gotten yourself off?” I break the silence.
She wraps her arms around herself and shakes her head, staring at the floor.
“Turn around,” I order.
Happy to do so, she almost trips over her own feet. Before she can fall into the wall, I wrap an arm around her thin waist to hold her up. She whimpers in my grip.