Chapter 119: Crazy Sex
Amaris POV
His stroking drive of his dick sync with that of his gun in my heart, his cum was trickling out of me, my body bounced, my abdomen burns and my stomach twitches with acid spreading all over me.
"Please I beg you Caleb, just arghh" I cried not knowing if to stop him or not because i was deriving pleasure.
Our body bounced on the bed, like we'd break it and I was letting out a slow, burning cry from the erotic act.
Then he went on to repeat that question again if I actually fucked Flynn.
But I didn't want to get us both implicated, he'd do worst if I say the truth. It was just once, that night Caleb was away to wherever he was.
"What did you do at the brook?" He questioned and then pinched the buds of my pussy.
I could feel he injured me with his fingers down there. My thighs flails close and then opened again.
I wondered how he could speak straight withpyt bitting his tongue and still having a good time as he thrust me harder.
"Argh, my sassy thing, you're the best...no one taste better than you!" He complimented and my cheeks flushes red which made me look like a psychopath too.
His lips napped mine as he bites it and I could taste blood, he was making me bleed from there.
A reminder that I needed to give him an answer if I don't want to awaken more terror.
He grabbed my neck, I was choking but couldn't tell if my scream was from the pleasure my brain was accommodating because this felt good.
Possibly because I was attracted to him at first.
"We...argh...Caleb, I'm not breathing!" I protested trying not to move or he'd shoot me right up my ass.
His gun made a lewd swoosh as my butthole suck it all in except, I was crying, anxiety, pleasure and grief held me and mixed reaction.
His other hand on my neck was fierce, pressed my head harder against the bed and I gurgled.
"Talk bitch" he growl and I nodded covered in sweat already while he thrust deeper and we groan for some minutes before I could get a grip of my breath.
"It's my birthday and we only ate... talk about the family, I swear it, that's all nothing else" I confess and he pulled his dick out, but not the gun.
Then I froze when he let out his trigger. My eyes still as I was lost, wandering in circles and no tears were rolling down.
It felt like an air just shoot up inside my hole. He just shot me but I was conscious, not feeling an creepy pain except the pressure from the gun.
He pulled out the gun and burst into a frantical laughter, his wet hands glow at me.
"Were you scared?" He whispered, snickering at me and I sniffed, inhaling hard.
There was no bullet in it and I must say, he was a psychopath part. This wasn't a relief because he'd do something else, I was sure of it.
I heaved a sigh rolling to the other side of the bed and having to feel the throbbing of my pussy and butthole.
My dress has fallen to cover me but I need air there and wished to split my thighs but his eyes would only feast on it.
I was breathing hard, my vision blurry and uncontrollable tears gushed out that I could help but just lay limp.
"Who else has fucked you apart from me?" He questioned and I wasn't looking his direction but only staring blankly.
My hassle breath gave in to weariness that lurks around me. I was tired, if he'd just stop being so hard on me, I'd give him a chance.
"Speak!"
"No one" I weakly respond barely alive.
I couldn't feel his presence anymore except his silence footsteps and I didn't care to look his way because he was creepy.
However, I could hear the strong scent of alcohol and while trying to roll my eyes, to see what he was doing next, I felt a liquid pour on me.
I shook my head and wipe my face as Caleb had just poured alcohol on me and that was so insane.
Some spilled inside my mouth. It took a while for me to get a lucid picture thim and he was standing in front of me, with a bottle of martini.
Then he began to pour it on me until the bottle was open and he flung it away. I watch as he bent low, sucking my exposed skin, squeezing the alcohol from my dress and drinking of it.
"You know, I hate your concern for that guys, it freaks me love" he furthers suddenly dragged a screwdriver which laid on the table, then a torch light.
Would he stab me with it?
"I swear Caleb, I'd stay clear" I begged rubbing my palms together and whimpering.
There were no tears to stream down again and all I could think of is surviving.
"Can't you just look at me like I mean everything to you?"
"I...can!" I quickly agreed, sniffing and he chuckled. He placed the screwdriver at the tip of his lips, held my legs and drew me down.
His muscular thigh hooked between my legs. I was feeble, vibrating where I sat. He used his one had to spread the sullen buds of my pussy open.
The torch light pointing down there and I just don't know what he was looking at but there was excitement, lust and evil in his eyes.
"How about I tattoo my face on your pussy, it would be so amazing..." He mused in a muffle and the screw driver fell on my bare stomach, the tip scratch my belly button and I sob.
"You're crazy, don't"
"I'd take that as a yes!" He screech in a growl and raised the screwdriver high to stab my pussy.
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