Dirty Seduction

JULIAN

I was over and done with fighting my demons. SO many futile attempts, always failing. The beasts always won, no matter how hard I fought. And this fight was the hardest I’d ever faced.

I stood no chance whatsoever of winning this war. To think otherwise was nothing short of delusion. Rosie was a greater temptation than all of the other princesses combined.

I knew her poor, perfect pussy would still be hurting as she teased me with it, but if this depraved story of us was the rabbit hole the angel wanted to go tumbling down, I’d go tumbling with her, gladly.

I swapped the smaller dildo for the next size up and my face was in hers as I pushed the head of it inside her, well aware of just how much it would hurt as she stretched. I’d seen thick dildos brutalising tender pussies many, many times before.

Sure enough, she flinched. Braced herself.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

I pushed in further. She screwed her eyes closed.

“How about now?”

“No.”

I couldn’t help but smile a filthy smile.

If she really wanted to see the seedy truth behind her hero, it was right here in front of her. The veil had been pulled aside. My needs were becoming selfish.

The devils in my blood were baying for filthy games, clearly, but the angel wasn’t turning away to run and hide. She was being tainted. By me.

Rosie was still a barely legal little goddess, but she was turning from an Eve to a Lilith, right before my eyes.

“Look at me, Rosie.”

She opened her eyes, eyes that shone with fear and trepidation through the lenses of her cute glasses. “How does your cunt feel?”

“Good,” she said.

“Tell me how it really feels.” I pushed the dildo in another inch and my little angel gasped.

“A bit sore,” she said, “But it’s nice.”

“Don’t worry,” I said, working the dildo just a little, “any pain will soon turn into pleasure.”

Her breaths were coming louder, her cheeks flaming up. I couldn’t help but smile.

“Show me how you want your cunt used,” I told her. “Work your hips for me.”

I held the dildo still, loving how she tried to move still too inexperienced to do anything but wriggle back and forth. She didn’t know how to fuck herself deep, or find the right spot to drive herself wild, and that was beautiful. Her enthusiastic innocence was the most addictive thing of all.

I should have been kind and taken it a lot more slowly. Should and did are two very different things, however. My urges had me in a vice grip, overpowering my morality beyond all measure.

“Harder,” I said and licked my wet tongue up her cheek like a filthy piece of shit. “Show me how much you can take.”

I didn’t give her the chance to respond before I jumped on the opportunity, shoving the dildo all the way in. My little Rosie didn’t protest, just cried out, bracing herself as I fucked her. She took it like a good little slut, her body little more than a toy to be used as I wanted.

Yes. She was a good, good girl.

I didn’t want to fuck her with a dildo for long. My cock was much too desperate…

I freed my belt and dropped my pants, pinning her back against the arm of the chesterfield as I tossed the dildo to the side. I didn’t hold back, too consumed to care. I had condoms from the store in my pocket, yes, a sensibility I’d taken hold of on the way home, in the realms of just in case that I’d been deluding myself with. But I didn’t want to use them. I wanted her pussy, raw. Insanity knows no bounds.

I hitched her legs back and pinned her there, enjoying the rush of blood to my straining cock. Enjoying the look of excited anticipation in my angel’s pretty blue eyes.

Enjoying the loud cry she made as I thrust inside her in one hard slam.

“Fuck,” I said and fucked her hard and fast.

There was no consideration for her needs this time as I pounded her sweet cunt to take my thrill. It was all about me.

I used her like a demon possessed, craving more, deeper, harder, rougher. I groaned against her mouth as I fucked her like she was nothing but a hole to be used. I let my cock run riot, and fervour turned to frenzy as my balls tightened. The way my angel was bucking and yelping and gasping with every hard slam almost had me. It would have been so easy to take my fill and then explode.

But no.

I pulled out quickly, gritted my teeth and told my balls to calm the fuck down as my angel panted before me.

Rosie was a gorgeous ragdoll as I yanked her away from the arm of the sofa to sit her upright. I dropped to kneel in front of her and spread her legs wide, hitching them high once again, her swollen cunt so puffy from the slamming.

“Fuck,” I said again and buried my face in her pussy, tasting the beautiful wet mess I’d made of her. She yelped when I shunted three fingers in deep then moaned so beautifully as I lapped at her clit.

I fingered her.

I licked her.

Her pretty cunt was like a flower to the bee.

My mind was lost as I moaned against her slit, as I curled my fingers inside her, my cock still throbbing like a beast.

I knew my dirty patterns well enough by now, but this time they were wound tighter. I felt my primal urges to mark the canvas of naked flesh, like a dog marking its territory. Disgusting, but true to my nature.

Only this time, I was more desperate.

I kissed my way down the inside of angel Rosie’s thigh, but I wasn’t interested in tickles tonight. The bite of my teeth shocked her enough to cry out, but she didn’t stop me. She let me suck her flesh hard enough to leave love bitten trails down her thighs. Beautiful.

Then it was time for more.

Another fresh bout of deflowering.

The rabbit hole was unrelenting.

I pinned Rosie’s love bitten legs up high enough to offer me her tender little asshole.

She moaned when I licked it. Moaned some more when I plunged my tongue as deep as I could, then lapped at her like a feral dog, soaking her asshole in spit for lube. Her whimper was absolutely delicious when I pushed my thumb inside her, and so was the taste of the filth, lapping at her as I worked my thumb in and out.

I fucked her pussy at the same time at first, three fingers all the way in. A double stretch that had her crying out again. Then I moved those fingers to her asshole slowly. Very, very slowly… one by one. Stretching, stretching, eased by spit… until I had all three of them buried all the way in.

“Do you like that, sweetheart?”

She nodded. Her bright eyes said it all.

So, yes. Sweet little Rosie liked ass play. She squirmed against me to illustrate it.

“I like it,” she said.

“Push me out of you,” I said.

She looked at me confused.

“Bear down,” I said, “bear down and push my fingers out of your slutty asshole for me.”

Her breath hitched at my words. But she did it.

My kinky little goddess pushed down against my fingers, her beautiful wide eyes staring at me through her glasses, such a contrast of purity and filth. She pushed down nice and hard, not stopping until my fingers were expelled.

She looked so proud.

And I felt so proud of her.

It was too much for me to bear.

Possession.

I needed to own her.

I grabbed one of the marker pens from the coffee table, then I wrote on her stomach. She watched, mouth gaping as the letters appeared.

MY. DIRTY. ANGEL.

She was a dirty angel, defiled by a filthy scribble of marker pen owning her stomach. Her eyes widened as I used the marker pen to work her clit, dirtying her with ink with every move I made. And then I feasted. I smeared it as I licked at her, a crazy, heady mix of ink and cunt. My lips must have been dyed black as I kissed my way up her body and sucked at her tits. The pen was ready for her chest next. The word came naturally. A contrast to angel.

Whore.

I scribbled on her skin, breaths ragged.

Dirty, seedy, little bitch.

Degradation is a strange game. Worship and humiliation both at once. The need to mark and own, the need to dirty the pure. She didn’t argue when I turned my attention higher. She didn’t so much as flinch as the tip of the marker pen touched her cheek.

I couldn’t usually do this. Most girls don’t have the potential to be scrawled on so visibly. Marker pen doesn’t wash off all that easily… S. L. U. T.

I stared in disbelief at my own depths of depraved possession.

I’d marked my angel’s face with the word slut. Her face was heaven, and the word was at odds.

It was the prettiest piece of filth I’d ever seen, and it only spurred me on.

The need for possession consumed me.

Control. I needed to control her.

I grabbed the rope twine from the coffee table, then bound her wrists up over her head without so much as a word. She looped her arms around my neck, both of us staring at each other in silence as I positioned myself against her.

I only used her tight, wet cunt as a lube to prepare my cock for her ass. Time for her second deflowering.

She knew what was coming when I rubbed my dick against her. She braced herself in vain, because there was no point. It was going to hurt like hell regardless of what position she was in. Three fingers had been a warm-up, nowhere near enough to take the throne.

“Tell me to stop,” I said, but she shook her head.

“Never.”

Such a brave word to use.

“Really? Never? That almost feels like a challenge. Be careful, Rosie.”

I tested her resolve with the head of my cock, pressing hard. Her ass opened up for me, just a little.

“Do it,” she said.

“Tell me,” I said.

“Fuck my slut ass,” she said and Christ it took all my will not to slam straight in there.

Yes. She was most definitely a Lilith.

But she was also my angel…

Her smile was so loving when I pushed her glasses up her nose for her.

I dropped a kiss on her lips, and then, I did it.

I did my best to work her slowly, but I couldn’t hold back for long. My cock needed to be inside her. Her ass was hot and tight, and her face was perfection as she cried out when I pushed all the way in.

“Ow, fuck! Fuck!”

Yes, it hurt. But she didn’t try to stop me. She didn’t move her hands from around my neck or fight the twine that had bound her. She didn’t try to squirm away, or whimper for me to ease up on her virgin asshole. Nothing. She took it like the dirty little slut she claimed she wanted to be, but she was no Maisie. She was no Serena, or Madeline, or any one of the blur of faces I’d taken advantage of. She was in a whole other sweet ocean of her own.

I used my thumb on her clit as I slid my dirty cock in and out of her, making sure she was lost in the world of filth along with me before I truly let myself go with her asshole. I worked her, carefully, making sure I was playing her body to the right tune. “That’s it,” I said as she started panting, grinding against my thumb.

She came quietly this time, with a stream of murmurs, head tipped back and eyes closed. She was still smiling in the aftermath when I slammed into her on a mission of my own. I fucked her in hard, deep thrusts, cursing as her dirty ass clenched and milked my cock to the brink, and then I was gone, my face in hers. I came deep inside Rosie’s dirty angelic asshole, with her eyes locked on mine like I was a god.

My rational senses didn’t come back to me this time when the climax subsided. I stayed there in position, with my bound princess pinned underneath me, her ass strangling my pulsing cock as she panted against my mouth.

What point was there in denying the truth any longer?

We’d jumped down after the crazy white rabbit, and there was no going back.

The angel in this room belonged to me. Fascinated. Grateful. Glorious. And the same was true in return.

My demons belonged to the angel now.

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