Fucked Raw By My Enemies

Ivy’s pov

The sound was muffled by my own soaked panties stuffed in my mouth, but it was loud enough.

My eyes rolled back as a blinding, searing pleasure tore through me. His fingers pushed deep, sending a delicious burn that had my toes curling in my stilettos.

Stars swam in my vision when he curled his fingers inside me, finding my g-spot that made my entire body light up like a Christmas tree. I had been married to Angel for three years, and he never found it yet this arrogant, terribly sexy stranger had me barely a minute in my cunt.

”You’re tighter than a fucking Rubik’s cube, you know that, wildflower?” He groaned behind me, flexing his middle and ring finger against my pussy walls and began to pump them in and out of me, wet sloshing sounds filling the elevator.

As if on cue, the elevator began playing a ’We wish you a merry Christmas and a happy New Year” jingle.

My head fell forward against the cold metal of the elevator wall as I braced myself. Drool leaked from the corner of my mouth, mixing with the lace fabric of my thong, but I couldn’t care less.

The only thing that existed, that I could feel, was the brutal, nasty rhythm of his fingers plunging into my dripping pussy, knuckle-deep, over and over again.

”Yeah, that’s it,” he smacked my ass cheeks hard with his other hand.

It took me a while to realize my arms were free and I could remove the panties from my mouth if I wanted, but was it awful that I loved this?

That I loved how he cursed and whispered dirty words behind me while I was bent over, head and hands on the wall, taking his wickedly long fingers plunging in my cunt?

”Look at you, already dripping down my hand. Fucking greedy little thing.” He pulled his slick fingers from my clenching cunt, and I whimpered at the emptiness, but it was short-lived.

Large, strong hands grabbed my shoulder, yanking me away from the wall. The sudden movement made me stumble forward, but his arm banded around my waist, holding me up. His free hand, coated in my own glistening wetness, came up to my face.

”Open those pretty eyes,” he commanded. I blinked them open, dazed as something warm and wet rubbed over my jaw under the hanging threads of my mask.

He was smearing my pussy juices across my cheekbones! The scent of my own arousal filled my senses. ”That’s what a turned-on slut looks like,”

My face turned beet red. Then his hand moved down, ripping the front of my silk dress. The delicate fabric tore, and my breasts spilled out, nipples tight and hard in the cool air.

He coated them with my wetness that was left on his fingers, rubbing the slickness over my dusky pink nipples until they gleamed. ”Damn milky tits,” he breathed, before shoving me back against the wall.

This time, three thick fingers slammed into me.

”Ahhhh,” The cry tore from my throat, a guttural, desperate sound as his cruel fingers stretched my pussy. Angel’s dick was so fucking pathetic; three of this stranger’s fingers stretched me in ways I had never thought were possible.

It was immense, a shocking, overwhelming pressure that melted instantly into a mind-numbing pleasure. My inner walls fluttered and clenched around him, trying to accommodate his thick fingers.

”Oh, fuck fuck fuck,” I cried, though it came out all muffled. I had never been so full, so stretched in my life.

”Fuck, look at that,” he grunted, watching his fingers disappear into me. ”Tight little slut. You’re gonna need to take at least four if you’re gonna take my cock nice and good, kitten. Gotta prep this sweet cunt right.”

His words were so filthy. Knowing he was prepping me, stretching me for his dick sent a fresh gush of wetness around his fingers.

His fingers fucked me again, harder this time, his thumb pressing down on my clit with every inward thrust. A brutal, nasty, perfect storm of sensation overtook my entire body.

A low keening moan escaped my throat, raw and broken. I was being his little slut, right here in a stopped elevator, and I was loving every single second of it.

My hips began to move on their own accord, pushing back to meet his thrusts, fucking myself on his hand as he ravaged me from behind.

”That’s it, ride my hand,” he encouraged, his voice strained. ”Show me how much you want it. Come on, wildfire, soak my fucking hand.”

The coil in my belly tightened. Everything faded, leaving behind the intoxicating smell of him, the feel of his jeans scraping my thigh while he pumped my pussy full of his three fingers, my vision was all blurry, while I grew closer and closer to the edge.

And then I fell.

My back arched violently, my head thrown back over his shoulder as the orgasm ripped through me. A silent scream tore from my lungs as my pussy convulsed and clamped down on his fingers, tightening and squeezing hard.

My eyes went wide as my jaw slackened, mewls and moans slipping out of my gagged mouth.

My orgasm had barely subsided when he yanked his fingers free. The sound of his belt unbuckling resounded in the elevator. His breathing was ragged, hot against my neck.

”Fuck,” he growled, pure need dripping from his voice. ”I need to see that glint in your eyes again when you’re milking my cock.”

Just then, the jingle song playing in the elevator stopped and a faint but distinct sound filtered through the elevator doors.

”Sixty! Fifty-Nine! Fifty-Eight!”

My eyes widened in panic. It was almost midnight. The countdown to the new year had begun!

My wicked stranger heard it too, and I expected he would pull away, but instead, he grabbed one of my thighs and hiked it up. The thick, blunt head of his cock pressed against my still-throbbing pussy. My eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

”Wait, we’ll... we’ll get caught,” Well, I tried to say that, but it came out more like a ”Ooaha ooo, ooo, aught!” because my panties were stuck in my freaking mouth!

Fifty-two... Fifty-one...

”You had better cum in the next fifty seconds, kitten,” he nudged his hips forward, the cock tip pushing hard against my cunt.

And God it was huge.

”Or everyone’s going to storm out here after the countdown and see your lovely pussy gripping my cock.” My hand shot up to yank the panties out of my mouth just as he finished speaking.

”Because, I sure as hell am not pulling out until I get your juices dripping down my dick.”

And before I could say a word, he tightened his grip around my waist and thrust up, ramming his insanely thick cock into me.