Thrust Into His Arms

Song Recommendation; Beneath Your Scars by MIRA

"You think this is a small mistake that can just be fixed? Returning back after that first video you put up was like dragging my feet through sinking mud. And now this is even worse.

How am I going to cope with being seen as a whore? You selfishly didn’t care about that. I’d rather die than go back there. So now you really should fucking stay away!"

"Gwen—

"Get out! I said get out!" The baby has woken up because of her shouts and starts to cry again.

"You want me to call the police then? Sure I can do that." She grabs her phone, and I quickly reached out and took it from her. "You monster, give it back!"

"Listen to me—"

"No. I want you to fucking leave!"

"Keep your voice down. You’re fucking being loud!" She starts screaming shrilly when I says that. I reacted so fast with the thought that came to my mind. I roughly grab her and smash my lips on hers to muffle her screams.

The second our lips touch, the world stops turning. My heart stop beating and the damn voices in my head that have been tormenting me all day skid to a halt. I slam her against the wall, caging her in.

My hold getting rougher as she furiously fights against me. We both panted like crazy when I pull away. Her features have softened, but the anguish lingers in her eyes. Even in this situation, I’m finding her arousing.

GWENETH

I really can’t tell what I’m seeing in his eyes right now but it scares me. I let out a louder scream this time, hoping for any of the neighbors to hear and come help me as Percy’s cries are not loud enough. He forcefully crashes his lips on mine again, robbing me of my air and shoving his tongue into my mouth and sucking on my lips like he wants to devour them.

Kissing me like I belonged to him. I whimper helplessly, fisting my hands, sinking my teeth into his lip hard and making him bleed the copper taste filling my mouth. I thought it would make him stop but it’s the opposite. It’s seems to have gotten him angrier and more crazy. In a flash, we were on the bed with him above me and his hands all over my body. Capital danger flashes in my mind as he hooks his hand on each sides of my shorts and yanks it down my legs. The fact that I’ve got nothing underneath is another branch of horror.

He silences my scream with his hand over my mouth. Even my hardest struggles were nothing to him as he is much larger than me in height and size. He isn’t pressing his body to me this time. He is pushing me on my back and smacking my legs apart and gripping them firmly. He positions himself between my spread legs, bringing his face closer to my pussy.

His warm breath hitting me there makes me tense all over. The question I wanted to ask dies on my tongue when I feel something warm, crazy soft and wet on my pussy. His tongue. I’m instantly thrown into a strange sensation as his tongue drags over my clit. I tried to close my legs but his fingers are digging into my thighs given how tightly he is holding them.

I can feel the faint graze of his teeth as he sucks my clit into his mouth and swirls his tongue around it. I twist and cry out, the strange feeling so intense that I forget everything but the incredible heat and tension inside me. I unconsciously open my legs wider, but then forced myself out of it and brushed my fingers into his hair and pulling with the intention of getting him off me.

I hate him and I hate this too. I want him to stop but my body seems to have a mind if it’s own. My sane mind is slowly disappearing in the wake of his sinful act on me. My body seems to like it so much that I’m now bringing myself closer to his mouth instead of backing away. I should hate him and be terrified—and I am—but my body seems to enjoy the dual sensation of fear, hatred and this strange feeling that I think is called pleasure. I don’t know what that says about me.

My mouth falls open in a soundless scream that soon becomes whimpers when he pulls away. "Scream. Make it loud." He says. "Wouldn’t it be great if Someone saw me eating your pussy like this. Huh?" He gives a sinful, cocky smirk as he brings his head down to my folds again. My body is feeling glad for the pleasure that I know very well is wrong.

It is hitting me like lightning to my nerves. Sharp and electric, making me unable to think about anything else. My lips parting in a gasp I could not swallow.

He brings me close to the edge, but doesn’t let me go over. Every time I feel my orgasm approaching, he stops or changes the rhythm, driving me crazy with frustration. I find myself pleading, begging, my body arching mindlessly toward him. When he finally lets me reach the peak, it’s such a relief that my entire body spasms, shuddering and twisting from the intensity of the release. For some reason, I start crying when it’s over.

Tears leak from the outer corners of my eyes and run down my temples, soaking into my hair and then the pillow.

He appears to like it because he crawls up my body and kisses the wet trails on my face, then licks them.

His large hands stroke my body, rubbing my skin, caressing me all over as he kisses me. And in that moment, I feel possessed by him, like he’s taking more than just my body.

Like he’s laying claim to something deep within me, bringing out a side of me that I never knew existed.