YOU WRECKED ME

VERA'S P.O.V

Hunter's hands grabbed the sides of my face. He bent to meet me, taking my lips into his. His kiss was soft. It lingered on my lips even after he pulled back. He dipped in again, consuming them once more, this time, our tongues battled for control. His was more dominant as it pushed through my throat.

His hands dropped to my neck, encircling it. I ignored the sting of pain I felt. Enjoying the taste of his hot, wet mouth. He tried to pull away, but I didn't let him. I bite down hard on his bottom lip, dragging it out.

It was about time I fought for myself and punish him for everything he'd done, he deserved to feel the same pain I felt.

Hunter growled against my lips. He sucked hard on my tongue, mumbling the words "Fucking perfect," against me.

I'm not hurting him, only pleasuring him more. He pulled back, and I let him go, not biting him down like before.

"Open," he said, his hand still gripped my neck.

My mouth opened and Hunter salivated, spitting into my mouth. His drool dropped inside me, and I swallowed, loving the taste of his saliva. He went in for my lips again, his mouth moving hard, smiling against me.

At last, he pulled away, and our passionate kiss came to an end. Hunter's fingers grazed my lips. His fingers were still sticky and slightly wet from when he had fingered me.

"Open," he ordered, and I did as I was told, opening my mouth.

He pushed his fingers in my mouth, watching me taste myself. He replaced his fingers with his thumb, and I sucked it dry.

"Wider," he said, pushing his thumb deep down my throat.

I sucked some more and he nodded in approval, taking it out.

"Spit on my hand," he said, bringing his hands towards my face.

I spat into it, and he smeared it across his hand like it was lotion. Hunter straightened his form, towering over me.

His cock pointed directly at my face. He ran his hand over it, rubbing my saliva all over.

"Open your mouth," he whispered.

I stared at his cock in front of me, then looked at him and I knew I couldn't take him. He was too big, it would hurt, it wouldn't even fit and it would choke me.

"It won't fit," I said, weakly voicing out my thoughts.

"It has before," Hunter said simply.

"I'll be gentle...I promise," he whispered gently.

His second version came out for a second time—gentle like usual.

My lips parted, and Hunter rubbed the tip of his cock against them, pressing gently.

I opened my mouth more as he slowly guided his cock into it. I pushed back the loose hair that kept falling onto my face. He dragged his hand through my hair, pulling it in a fist, so it no longer got in our way.

My hands held his thighs as I positioned my mouth to the head of his cock. My tongue darted out, gliding up and down. I avoided his tip, which throbbed and glinted. Purposely, teasing him, just like he had done to me.

A smug look formed on my lips as I stole a glance at him. I was pleased to see the tortured expression on his face.

Hunter hadn't cum a second time, and it was taking a lot of self -control for him not to. But he was close, I could feel it in my mouth, like he was about to burst any moment from now.

My tongue glided over again, till it reached his balls. I sucked on them softly, Hunter flinched, letting out a low moan.

"Fuck. Stupid bitch," he said, as his hands grabbed the back of my head, impatiently.

He couldn't take my teasing any longer, so he slammed his cock further down my throat, gripping my head tightly. He didn't stop until his tip felt restraint.

My eyes watered as I gagged violently, struggling to breathe. He paused, allowing me to adjust to the full length of his cock. My mouth expanded as I tried to take him, my jaw almost snapping out of place.

"You good?" He asked.

I nodded once, taking in air from my nostrils.

He guided my head again, thrusting into my mouth, bringing himself towards my mouth over and over.

"Good girl," he praised, a smile formed on his lips.

He was pleased to see me do other things with my mouth other than cry, bitch, and complain. I sucked hard, my mouth consuming his cock entirely. Hunter watched me gagging on his cock through heavy eyes, his hands still moved my head in and out of him.

Hunter's thrusts got sloppy as he continued to fuck my mouth, rolling his hips to meet me. His cock was fucking swollen, and his moans got louder by the second.

Hunter's grip tightened as his body trembled yet again, reaching climax. He spilt down my throat, releasing everything he desperately tried holding back.

He pulled out, letting go of my head. My mouth was filled with his cum, leaking from the corner of my lips. I swallowed, trying to savour every drop of him as he watched me, clearly mesmerised.

I panted hard, struggling to catch my breath, when Hunter grabbed me, causing us to fall freely onto the bed, with me on top of him. He grabbed my waist, pulling me close, and now I'm straddling his lap once more.

"We're still going to fuck for real," he reminded me. "It's what you want," he said, eyeing me as he spoke.

I was exhausted, and I doubted I could handle whichever way he wanted to fuck me next. But he was right, it was what I wanted. I did want him to fuck me. It would be the cherry on top of the entire night, and of course, Hunter knew this.

My pussy still squirting on him confirmed I wanted to be fucked. His hips rolled, and I groaned, loving the feel of him.

Hunter said something, gibberish, or maybe something important. But I couldn't hear, I was too busy pleasuring myself, enjoying him so much.

Without warning, he flung me across the bed, landing at the far end.

𝑌𝑒𝑠. 𝑇𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒.

VERA'S P.O.V

Hunter reached into the darkness, for something that sparkled.

Whatever it was, I'd soon see it for myself.

He spreads my legs, then plants his hand on either side of my head. My head turned, and from the corner of my eye, I saw what he had picked up earlier. The thing that sparkled in the darkness.

It was his belt, all kinds of thoughts ran through my head.

The worst was behind me, what could he possibly want with the belt now, except to hit me with it.

𝑁𝑜, 𝐻𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑒. 𝑅𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡? 𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑟, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡. 𝐷𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑡?

Even my thoughts sounded unsure, but I let those thoughts go because I was too worn out to care.

Hunter kissed me, and I pushed him away, not wanting any other contact than the thick between his thighs. It was about time he buried his cock into the depths of me—about fucking time.

"It's like that, huh?" Hunter nodded and laughed, probably thinking it was funny how I let him do all this to me, but wouldn't let him kiss me.

Hunter lifts my head gently, passing the belt around me. He fastened it loosely around my neck.

My eyes widened in realisation. Hunter planned to choke me further. This night alone, he had choked me with his hands, his cock and now...his belt

"Hunter," I called, knowing fully well I wouldn't survive this.

I watched his hand grip the belt, tugging on it slowly.

"I'll be gentle, I swear," he promised.

The second version of him, and now, his second promise. He didn't keep the first. His words were warm and almost convincing, and for a second, I thought he had come back to his senses. I thought he'd realise how monstrous what he was about to do was. But as usual, it was foolish of me to believe.

Hunter finally positioned himself at my entrance. His cock sank into me, buried to the hilt, and I took every inch of him. He stretched me out nicely, filling me up good.

He began to thrust into my aching pussy, slowly at first. One hand still gripped tightly on the belt, and the other held on to the bed to support his weight.

His slow thrusts sped up in pace as he pounded into me faster. I met every thrust. The sound of our skin slapping against each other, and our heavy moans filled the room.

My hands clasped, reaching for his shoulders. My nails dug into them, and my toes curled tight.

"Harder," I cried, screaming into his ear as he fucked me rougher.

He couldn't go easy on me now, not after he choked me, not after everything.

He pounds me into the bed, grunting hard, hitting my sweet spot. I loved every feel of him, and he of me.

‌ "You feel so fucking good," he said, his voice husky, literally losing his mind.

My feelings were mutual, madly enjoying everything he was doing to me, it chills all over me.

His muscles tensed and his eyes were heavy with lust for me. He was giving it to me good, fucking me to the hilt. I wanted to feel it fucking now, the rush from it. The breath-taking orgasm.

"Hold your breath," Hunter panted, mid-thrust.

"Fuck," I cried, drawing in as much air as I could, before he began tugging on the belt that encircled my neck.

I whimpered, doing as I was told, trusting him not to choke me to death, hoping he'd keep his promise. I held my breath, closing my eyes to fight back the hot tears that dared to escape.

Hunter choked me lightly, still thrusting between my legs. Pulling and tugging the belt. My mouth parted, but no air flowed in or out of it.

"You're almost there, Baby."

His words lingered in the space between us, and I could feel I was getting close. I slowly began to feel the rush I wanted so badly, seeping from my entrance to every part of me.

Hunter let go of his belt, using his free hand to pin me in place as he pounds into me deeply.

"Oh fuck," I moaned.

I feel myself getting closer to my orgasm, chasing it madly. My clit tightened around him like a vice grip as I came. My orgasm was intense, and I began to buck violently as I could not contain the feeling.

My moans turned to screams, and Hunter dived for my lips, covering my mouth with his, drowning the sounds out. His body shook and tensed on top of me as he came, spilling deep inside of me.

He didn't stop, still giving me everything he had till I was crying his name.

"Oh fuck...Hunter." I cried,

*

We lay there in silence till our bodies stilled, and the moment ebbed away.

Hunter held on to me, flipping us over. My ear was pressed against his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat. Hearing it soothed something inside me, causing me to relax. His hands caressed my back and sides.

He had yet again left me content. I felt his cock soften; he was content, too.

I lay on top of him, enjoying his warmth and the feel of his hands.

Hunter lifted my ass, finally pulling out from me. He took off the belt around my neck, then threw it aside.

He placed me by his side, so I'm facing him. I stared straight into his eyes and his hands grazed my face, his lips reached for mine, kissing me softly.

He pulled back, wanting to say something, but I shook my head. I had something to say— and he was going to hate me for it.

He treated me like an animal, played his sick games, leaving me emotionally shattered and physically in pain, and upon all of that...I still loved him.

For some sick reason, I enjoyed everything he did to me tonight.

It completely turned me on, so what was the problem?

‌"What we have..." I started to say, but my voice trailed off.

"What we have isn't healthy."

Hunter's eyes were fixed on me. His face expressionless and his body was still. He stayed quiet, not saying anything— like I had hurt him.

I sighed, turning away, my back facing him. I lay there, waiting for him to say something, to protest or disagree with me.

Hunter did none of those things. His eyes were closed, asleep.