Page 114 of Take Her

He made a pleased sound. “Good.” He pulled himself almost all the way out and then plunged back in.

I groaned as he landed. So did he—and then he kept going, thudding into me with an inevitability that I had waited for my entire life.

I couldn’t stop myself from crying out. I’d never had anyone so big in me before, and I liked that, because I wanted everything with him to be new. Each stroke took my breath away, it felt like he was making me fit him, and I wanted that too. He was all the way at the back of me, and I already couldn’t breathe because of the moment and the cold and the way he was crushing me—I curled forward, my fingers splayed out against the stone below me, trying to brace against getting shamelessly fucked, just the way I needed.

I didn’t want to be able to walk away at the end of this—I only wanted to crawl.

We were in a fucking cemetery, and I knew his sweet dead wife might be beneath me, but it didn’t change a thing.

It was so fucking wrong—but it felt so fucking right.

I was shivering, freezing except for the hot point where we met, where his cock wouldn’t stop savaging me, just like his name. I made crazy sounds, not caring, and as for him, he fucking speared me, again and again, until the friction—oh Christing-fuck the friction—each of his thrusts scraping my panties against my clit?—

“Don’t stop,” I begged, and all I got in return was a growling snarl. “I mean it—oh!” I inhaled, held it, and then came with a screaming shudder, my hips thudding into the cold stone as my orgasm folded me. “Oh my God,” I whispered, as he kept taking me. “Oh—my God?—”

He stepped closer, grabbing my hips and picking them up, so that my toes completely left the ground and he hit a new part deep inside.

“God’s not here, little girl—there’s only Daddy,” he said, and my eyes rolled back in my head.

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RHAIM

Iwould never give Lia the satisfaction of telling her she was right, but I would punish her enough that she would know she had been.

She felt even better than I could have imagined, and the marble she was on was probably just as wet from her as it was from the rain.

The fact that she’d come from just me settling inside her—it’d been a miracle that I hadn’t come too, then, myself, with her with her tight pussy milking me.

Not a thing had changed. Everything about this was the worst decision I’d made in my life—but I’d given her every out I could.

At the end of the day, I was still just a man.

And something about being around her turned me into an animal.

She made low, guttural sounds as I fucked her, and then she fucking came again. This time I rode her more slowly through it, not wanting her to bring me off, but then I lifted up her hips and fitted her to me.

“You—feel—so—fucking—good,” I groaned, punctuating each word with a thrust. All I wanted to do was fuck her in this lifetime and the next—but if this was the only time I was going to get to, I wanted her to remember every inch of me.

I used her hips to fuck me exactly how I needed, sliding her on and off my cock, making her whimper as she rocked against the stone.

“This is how I want you,” I whispered hoarsely, imagining her with her ankles spread and tied until she was nothing but my fuck-hole.

“Mmhmm!” she whined to agree, reaching one hand behind herself to grab my wrist and squeeze.

The rougher I was with her the more she liked it, and I realized it was like we were at the base of a mountain under avalanche alert, shooting shotguns in the air.

“I’m just going to fucking use you, Lia.” It was God’s honest truth. “I’ve known it ever since I saw you in the club—you and your tight fucking little pussy, begging for my dick.”

She gave a groan then, and I felt all of her melt for me—except for the vise of her cunt, tightening.

“You want to be Daddy’s little girl—but you’re not—you’re Daddy’s little whore, out fucking me.”

A helpless whine escaped her lips. “No!”

“Yes,” I disagreed. “You know how I know?” I asked, shaking her with a thrust. “Because good girls don’t get fucked in cemeteries.” She whimpered at that. “Say it,” I demanded.

She made a choked sound, because I’d thrust forward and she was full of my cock. “Good girls—don’t get fucked—in cemeteries!” she gasped out, around the rhythm of me fucking her.