The Way I Love Her

I caught her masturbating today. I must have been standing in the doorway for a long time because she had given me quite a show before I stepped in. She had her legs spread so wide that she must have been sore. Sweat was just beginning to glisten on her forehead from the long deep strokes of her own fingers. Her thumb was rubbing her clit viciously. She bit down on her lip to keep from moaning too loudly, but after a few minutes she started calling out my name. I closed my eyes to enjoy the sound for a second before I stepped up and wrapped my hand around her throat. Her eyes flew open and all I could see was my anger flaring in a thousand shades of emerald reflected back as fear.

“Please”, she tried to explain.

I tightened my grip and cut off her words. Her throat was straining against the pressure of my palm and tears were starting to leak out of the corners of her eyes.

“I told you”, I said, “this pussy is mine, not yours. But since you can’t wait for an orgasm…”

I pushed myself up between her legs and rammed her with three fingers. I pumped in and out of her as hard as I could, cutting her with my fingernails. Every time she jumped, I dug my nails into her throat even more. I pulled out all the way and before she had a chance to react, I was pushing my entire fist into her. She started fighting and I really thought about killing her. I used my legs to pin hers open and the rest of me pinned her down so that she couldn’t move. I rammed four fingers into her up to my knuckles, then slowly pushed my thumb and knuckles inside of her. She felt me make a fist inside of her and tried to pull away. She was stretched beyond what I ever thought I would do to her. I began pumping. The out stroke felt like she was going to rip to shreds and the in stroke felt like I could have put my whole arm inside of her. At this point, she had started all but screaming. Tears were streaming down her face. I started pumping harder and harder and pressed down on her throat more and more with each stroke. I could feel the blood and cum running down my arm. I let go of her throat and pulled my dick out of my pants.

I used my fist inside of her and my hand under her ass to pull her towards me. I leaned up to kiss her and as I did she must have felt my head push against her ass. She began begging me to not put that giant thing inside of her, but I pressed my lips against hers so hard that I started to taste blood. She tried to turn her face away but I bit down onto her lip. I positioned myself and quickly rotated my hips forward. My dick was unyielding. Her cum and blood allowed it to slide into her much easier than usual. Despite the extra lubricant I felt and almost heard her ass rip. I began pumping my fist and dick alternately so that as soon as she felt the jolt from my fist in her pussy, I was tearing into her ass. By this time, she was screaming. I had released her swollen lip and was ravaging her nipples. I bit and sucked them until I was sure they were bleeding almost as profusely as her ass. If you had asked me then, I would have said that she was in too much pain to have an orgasm, but as I continued, my thrusts into her raw pussy and ass began to feel erotic. The way I kept her thrusts exactly opposite of each other amazed her. Her pussy started to spasm and she was barely able to scream my name before her pussy and ass clenched down on me and coated me with cum.

“You dumb fucking cunt,” I spit at her.

I ripped my fist and dick out of me so fast that she started crying harder. I disappeared into the bathroom to wash up. She curled into a ball and started sobbing.

“I’m so sorry,” she started to whisper repeatedly.

“Shut the fuck up,” I said coming out with a towel.

I pushed her onto her back and began cleaning the blood and cum off of her legs, her ass, and her pussy. I was thorough without being gentle.

“I’m so sorry, Shannon,” she said a little more loudly.

“You better be,” I said, “because if I find out that you’re even so much as touching my pussy again, I’ll sew you up so that no one will be able to fuck you ever again.”

She pulled herself up and hid her face in my neck. She did it slowly like she was expecting me to push her away, but I pulled her into me and whispered in her ear, “Please don’t make me hurt you like that again, Ashley—and don’t say you’re sorry.”

I just closed my eyes and she started kissing my neck. She tilted her face up and gently pressed her lips to mine. Fresh tears trickled out of the corners of her eyes. I pulled back and kissed her tears from her cheeks. She lifted my hand to her throat and leaned into me to put pressure on it. It was just enough to let me know that she was okay. A faint smile crossed her face and we were back to our normal roles. I kissed her roughly and left.