Like Animals

He was a beast hovering over me; sweat covering his forehead and saliva dripping from his mouth. We were snarling at each other and my nails were digging into his back. He bared his teeth breathing through them letting his spit spray. He yanked me up into his face and starred into my eyes, “you are so beautiful I want to tear you apart.” My mouth dropped open as his words sunk in and had thrown me down against the floor. I was completely lost, as he demanded all of me: my body, my mind and my soul. The evening had taken so many turns and I had no idea where this was going to end.

“I wanna take you, make you and defile you.”

Instinct in me started to put up a fight with him. My arms wailed out before me as I punched and slapped at his face and back. The look on his face was of pure amusement as my legs tried to kick and push him away. He even let me sit upright just to effortlessly push me on to my back. When he had enough of his prey putting up a fight, he pinned my arms above my head. He slapped my face and wrapped his large hand around my throat. I was gasping, growling and squirming trying to find some escape from his grasp. I didn’t want to cave in and I didn’t want to submit; yet I wanted him. I wanted this beast to fuck me, I wanted him to take me…make me…defile me.

He slithered down my body enveloping my cunt with his mouth. I sucked in the hot air around me and his two fingers pushed into my ass. I let out a grunt as he finger fucked my ass as I came in his mouth. He pulled away, grabbed my leg and swung on to my stomach yanking my ass into the air. His cock forced its way inside of me taking me as my head was buried into the carpet. My knees burned into the fibers and he marked me viciously with grunts and spit up my back. His short nails pressed into my flesh and I slammed back against him as he pulled away. My fingers clawed the ground and the both of us filled the room with noises and heat. It was primal, it was angry, it was painful and it was pure bliss.

My back was his territorial marking canvas as he continued spraying his saliva on me. Every time he snarled my body quivered, my throat stormed violently with groaning that quickly became hoarse as it burned to make a noise. I plowed into him with intent to accept his seed as he let out a roar ramming into me with all the force that stewed within him. I collapsed into the ground limp panting rapidly as if life had escaped through my mouth and I was reeling it back inside me. He fell beside me on the ground with his mouth open and chest heaving. We both starred into each other’s eyes not saying a word. The room light flickered; the air was filled of sex, sweat and cum.

“I…love…you…” fell out of his mouth.

I smiled and answered with a breathless, “I love you.”

Dark Gracie

Dark Gracie is a widely read sex writer, blogger, and deviant extraordinaire with a cult-like following. She gets up close and personal approaching sexuality with her trademark fallen-from-grace humor that entices readers. Her work has appeared in Fleshbot, Sex and the 405, BohoCrush,, Safeword Magazine and published in Erotica Diaries & Mayhem Magazine.

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