Scuttle Buttin'
Demons at bay
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- Apr 27, 2003
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Oh, she was back.
He grinned into the face of her fury, soaking it in, still forcing his way into her in a broken, jerking rhythm as she bucked and writhed.
And then he had enough.
"You want me off of you? Fine.
The hand that had been across her throat to pin her down left her, and both of them went into her hair, his other joining it, and he took a tight grip there again.
A final thrust into her, a grunt as he ground against her abused and invaded pussy, and then he pulled out of her with a wet, slipping sound. Pulling back, he drug her with him as he climbed up to his feet. He pulled her with him over to the table, giving her head a jerk when she fought him too hard, the knife snatched up and tossed aside.
Shoving her against the table he bent her forward over it, hands still in her hair, and he was quickly back up against her. One hand left her hair, the other left there to keep her in place. His thumb and forefinger circling the base of his cock, he drove himself into her once more, coating himself anew in her wetness, grunting low in his throat at her sudden tight grip around him.
And then he was gone from her again, just as suddenly as he'd invaded her, and the hand around his base repositioned himself.
Slick with her wetness, the swollen tip of cock pressed against her ass.
He grinned into the face of her fury, soaking it in, still forcing his way into her in a broken, jerking rhythm as she bucked and writhed.
And then he had enough.
"You want me off of you? Fine.
The hand that had been across her throat to pin her down left her, and both of them went into her hair, his other joining it, and he took a tight grip there again.
A final thrust into her, a grunt as he ground against her abused and invaded pussy, and then he pulled out of her with a wet, slipping sound. Pulling back, he drug her with him as he climbed up to his feet. He pulled her with him over to the table, giving her head a jerk when she fought him too hard, the knife snatched up and tossed aside.
Shoving her against the table he bent her forward over it, hands still in her hair, and he was quickly back up against her. One hand left her hair, the other left there to keep her in place. His thumb and forefinger circling the base of his cock, he drove himself into her once more, coating himself anew in her wetness, grunting low in his throat at her sudden tight grip around him.
And then he was gone from her again, just as suddenly as he'd invaded her, and the hand around his base repositioned himself.
Slick with her wetness, the swollen tip of cock pressed against her ass.