Fucked Raw By My Enemies

Ivy’s pov

The air was punched from my lungs.

He was thick and hard, and he filled me, stretching my pussy walls until a choked gasp escaped my lips as my body struggled to accommodate the sudden, brutal intrusion.

”Oh, fuck,” I whimpered, my forehead pressing against the cold wall of the machine. ”C-Can you at least get me out first?”

His hands gripped my hips tighter, digging his long nails into my skin. My knees shook and trembled, barely holding my body up while he pulled out slowly, his shaft dragging against my silky hot walls and then slammed his cock back in, deep and hard.

I bit back a cry that threatened to tear from my lips. Oh god, yesss, no, I shouldn’t be reacting.

”How the fuck are you so... tight?” He groaned, pinning my hips in place while he rammed his cock in and out of my pussy.

”To keep assholes like you out,” I hissed, my eyes twitching, threatening to close as pleasure surged through my veins.

”That’s not what your greedy pussy’s saying,” he groaned, pulled out until just the thick head of his cock remained inside me.

My hips pushed back, desperately seeking his cock, my pussy clenching furiously. I hated myself for it.

”Your mouth is spitting poison, but this greedy little cunt is trying to suck me back in.” His cock pushed back in, my inner walls clenched around the throbbing shaft.

”Tell me, kitten, which one is lying? Your tongue, or your pussy?”

”Go to hell,” I gasped, my forehead pressing against the cool washer wall. The slow drag of his cock was torture, a friction so exquisite it was agony.

Every nerve ending of mine was alight, screaming for a harder rhythm, for him to fuck me harder.

This wasn’t supposed to feel this good. I should be fighting, not... not melting against him.

He chuckled, darkly. ”Oh, I’ll see you there soon enough. But first...” He shifted his angle slightly, and the thick head of his cock dragged directly over a spot inside me that made my vision blur.

Oh my god! A choked moan escaped my lips.

”There it is. Felt that, didn’t you? That’s the spot that’s going to make you scream my name.”

He fucked me slowly, in a very torturous rhythm. Each time his cock filled me, my body betrayed me more. Heat pooled in my belly. I could feel my own wetness coating his shaft.

”Getting so wet for me,” he taunted, his voice thick with satisfaction. ”You’re dripping down my balls, you fucking know that?” He reached around, his fingers dipping between my legs, swiping over my pussy as he scooped up my slick juices.

Before I could react, he shoved his hand under me through the washing machine door and brought his hand to my face. His fingers that were wet with my juices, pushed into my mouth. ”Taste how fucking wet you are.”

I gagged, the salty, musky taste of my cunt flooding my mouth, and it sent a bolt of pure lust straight to my pussy. I bit down hard on his fingers.

He hissed, yanking his fingers back. ”Fucking hell, you little bitch,” he snarled.

”Get your disgusting fingers out of my mouth,” I spat, twisting my head. ”You’re a pig.”

”And you’re soaking wet for the pig,” he shot back.

”What does that make you?” He grabbed my hips, his grip bruising, and finally, finally, gave me what I was dreading and craving at the same time. He slammed into me, hard and fast.

”Ah!” A raw scream tore from my throat as he drove his cock harder into my cunt, brutally and relentlessly pounding my pussy to mush.

The washing machine drummed against my forehead with every powerful thrust as he fucked me, groaning, slamming his thighs against my hips, drilling his cock deeper into me.

Oh fuck fuck fuck!

My eyes rolled in their sockets. My entire body trembled and shivered from being used. Anyone could walk in right now; Donna could walk in right now and see my pussy getting deliciously mauled by this brute!

The thought only made the fire in my belly burn hotter. The thought of being caught, of being seen like this, bent over, stuck, and being fucked into oblivion by this arrogant bastard, was terrifyingly hot, and it was pushing me closer to the edge.

He must have felt my pussy tightening around his cock because he cackled, pushing my back lower and angling me to get one of my shoulders out of the machine. I groaned as it popped free.

”Fuck yes, that’s it, squeeze my fucking cock. Milk me, baby.”

His dirty words only drove me insane. He reached forward, his hands fisting in the back of my uniform.

With a rough yank, he pulled. My second shoulder yanked free, and I stumbled back, out of the washing machine, gulping air greedily.

He sunk his fingers in my short hair, winding it around his palm in one pull and yanked my head back until I was looking up at him, my neck arched at an impossible angle. His eyes blazed intensely, glowing amber as he rammed his cock into my pussy from behind me.

”Much better, yeah? Admit it, baby, this is what you fucking need. You’re taking me so fucking deep,”

I glared at him, my breath coming in ragged gasps. ”Is that all you’ve got?” I sneered. ”I can barely feel anything. Just do whatever you’re going to do and get the hell off me.”

A slow, dangerous smile spread across his face. ”Really?” He purred. ”You can’t feel anything?” He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. ”I bet I can make you cum at least twice before I’m done with you.”

”Big words for someone with a tiny dick.”

His smile vanished, and his eyes narrowed. Well shit, I gulped hard at the dark look that slid on his face. ”When I do, you’re mine to fuck whenever I fucking want.”

”And when you fail, you’ll leave me the hell alone.”

A cruel glint lit up his eyes and he smirked.

I yelped when he let go of my hair, shoving me away. Before I could regain my balance, his hand was on the back of my neck, forcing me down.

I cried out as he pushed, shoving my upper body down until my cheek was pressed against the cold, hard concrete floor, my ass high up in the air. With a snap, he ripped my panties and chuckled.

”You won’t be needing this.”

I was completely exposed, my glistening pussy on display. ”What are you doing?”

”You shouldn’t goad me, firecracker,” He hissed, and then his boot came down.

He pressed the sole of his shoe firmly against the side of my face, pinning my head to the ground. The rough tread of his shoe dug into my skin, the smell of leather filling my senses.

His hands grabbed my ass cheeks, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pulled them apart, baring me completely. I gasped when he spat, the wet heat of his spit landing directly on my puckered asshole, rolling down to my pussy.

He lined himself up, the thick head of his cock notching at the entrance of my cunt lips.

”You shouldn’t make bets with me either.”

”Wait-”

”I always play to win.” He growled, and with one brutal, unforgiving thrust, he rammed his cock into me to the hilt. ”Get ready to scream for me, kitten.”