"What..." My voice dripped with mocking amusement, my fingers tracing the flicker of fear in her eyes like a predator toying with its prey.
"Don’t fucking tell me you’re scared now, slut?" I gripped her chin, my thumb pressing into her cheek hard enough to dent the flesh, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Because I’m gonna fucking destroy this pussy until you can’t remember your own name."
My other hand slid down her stomach, slipping under the waistband of her shorts, my fingers brushing against the soaked fabric of her panties.
"Fuck, you’re dripping," I growled, pushing a finger inside her without warning, curling it deep until she gasped, her hips jerking forward, chasing the pressure.
"Gonna stretch this tight little cunt so wide you’ll feel me in your stomach," I added a second finger, scissoring them open, stretching her just enough to make her whimper. "And when I’m done... You won’t walk for a week."
Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body trembling under my touch. But then—
That fucking smirk.
"Then do it," she challenged, her voice steady despite the way her pussy clenched around my fingers. "Ruin me."
A dark, feral grin spread across my face.
"Oh, bitch..." I purred, my voice low, dangerous, as I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her shorts—
RRIIIIPPPP—!
The fabric tore with a violent, obscene sound, the seams splitting under the force of my grip. Emily let out a shocked gasp, "Ah! N-No—! My fucking shorts—!" but her protest was drowned out by the sound of ripping denim, her body jerking as the cool air hit her bare skin.
"F-Fuck—! Y-You—!" she whimpered, her hands flying to cover herself, but I wasn’t done.
SNAP!
I grabbed the front of her top, fisting the fabric in my hands, and YANKED—buttons popped off, flying across the room like tiny bullets, the sound of fabric tearing sharp and violent.
"Nnngh—! S-Stop—!" Emily moaned, her breath hitching as the cool air hit her exposed skin, her nipples hardening instantly. "M-My shirt—!" she gasped, but her voice was weak, breathy, because deep down, she loved it.
RRRRIIIIPPP—!
I hooked my fingers under the lace of her bra, digging my nails into the delicate fabric, and tore—straps snapping, cups ripping away from her skin with a sharp sound. "AHH—! N-No—! My bra—!" Emily cried out, her back arching as the last barrier was stripped away, her tits bouncing free, her nipples hard and aching.
"F-Fuck..." she whimpered, her hands flying to cover herself, but I slammed them away, gripping her wrists and pinning them above her head.
RRRRIIIIPPPP—!!
Her panties were last—flimsy, soaked lace that gave no resistance as I fisted them and tore them clean off her body, the sound of fabric ripping mixing with her sharp, desperate gasps.
"NNNGH—! A-Ah—! F-Fuck—!" Emily moaned, her body trembling as the last scrap of fabric was stripped away, leaving her completely bare, her pussy glistening, dripping, the scent of her arousal thick in the air.
"Hmmm.... " she whimpered, her voice breaking, her cheeks flushed with shame and lust. "You ripped them all!"
"Yeah," I growled, grabbing her tits, squeezing them hard, pinching her nipples until she hissed. "And you fucking love it, slut."
Her pussy was glistening, dripping, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. I dropped to my knees in front of her, gripping her thighs, spreading them wide, exposing her completely.
"Fuck, you smell like a whore," I growled, leaning in, my tongue darting out to drag a slow, wet path from her clit to her entrance.
"F-FUCK—! Ah—! N-Nnngh—!" Her hands flew to my hair, gripping tight, her fingers tangling in the strands as I pushed my tongue inside her, fucking her with it, tasting her, claiming her.
"You asked for this, bitch," I growled against her flesh, my voice muffled but clear enough for her to hear the promise in it.
I grabbed her ass with one hand, my fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to leave marks, and yanked her forward with a violent jerk. Her legs buckled for a second before I shoved her pussy straight against my mouth, my tongue already out, flat, and ready.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhh—!!!"
The sound ripped from her throat the second my lips sealed around her clit, my tongue pressing hard against her swollen flesh before flicking rapidly, relentlessly. I sucked—hard—my cheeks hollowing, my teeth grazing just enough to make her scream again.
"F-FUCK—! N-Nnngh—! Ahhh—!!!" Her hands flew to my hair, gripping desperately, her fingers tangling in the strands as I devoured her. I shoved my tongue deep inside her, fucking her with it, curling it upward to hit that rough, sensitive spot that made her legs shake.
"Y-You—! Nnngh—! S-Stop—! I-I can’t—!" Her voice was broken, desperate, but her hips grinded against my face, chasing the pressure, begging for more without words.
I pulled back just enough to growl against her pussy, my breath hot on her soaked flesh. "You can’t what, slut?" I licked a slow, thick stroke from her entrance to her clit, savoring the taste of her.
"Can’t take it?" I sucked her clit into my mouth again, harder this time, making her back arch violently.
"AAAAHHH—! F-Fuck—! I-I—! Nnngh—!!!" Her moans were high, broken, uncontrolled, her body trembling as I flicked my tongue rapidly over her clit, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
I grabbed her other ass cheek, spreading her wide, exposing her completely, my tongue diving deeper, fucking her harder, faster, like I was trying to eat her alive. Her juices coated my chin, dripping down my throat, and I growled into her pussy, the vibration making her scream.
"I-I can’t—! I’m gonna—! Ahhh—! FUCK—!!!" Her thighs clamped around my head, her body tensing, her pussy pulsing against my tongue as she came, her juices flooding my mouth.
I didn’t stop.
I kept licking, sucking, drinking her down as she screamed, her body shaking, her moans turning into broken, wordless sobs.
"N-No—! S-Stop—! It’s—! Too! Aaaahhh—!!!" Her hands pushed at my head, but it was weak, half-hearted, because deep down, she wanted this—wanted to be consumed, ruined, owned.