Page 65 of I’m The Worst

He leans down closer, voice dropping into something filthy and depraved.

“Good. This cunt is too tight to waste. I’m stretching you until you’re gaping…then I’m forcing my whole fist inside you.”

His whole fist?

The words hit me like ice water, even as heat floods between my legs. How he talks about me—like I’m just a tight hole to be ruined and stretched—makes me nauseous. I’m nothing but meat to him. Just another cunt for a Sovereign to use.

And I hate that my body is already responding. My pussy clenches around nothing, eager for exactly what he’s threatening. I hate it. I hate how wet I am. I hate that after everything that’s been done to me, I’m still so fucking desperate to feel something that I’ll let him do this.

I’m disgusting.

His hand slides down between my legs. Two thick fingers drag through my soaked folds, spreading me before he pushes them back inside me with a squelch that makes my cheeks burn.

“Still so fucking wet.”

Shifting his weight, he shoves his sweatpants down just enough to free his cock. It’s thick, heavy, and already leaking as it slaps against my thigh.

He strokes himself, eyes locked on my face.

I can’t look away as I watch his hand move over his cock. Part of me wants to crawl away and hide. The rest of me is throbbing, aching, already imagining how he’ll feel stretching me open.

Jackal.

I flip her onto her stomach in one motion and yank her hips up until she’s on all fours, ass high in the air, knees spread wide on the mattress.

Her pussy is on full display now; a soft, dark little patch of hair sits just above her slit, framing the perfect pink folds beneath. When I shove her knees even wider, her inner lips part for me, revealing the slick, shiny entrance still leaking.

I grip her ass cheeks with both hands and pull them wider, exposing every inch of her. The tiny, puckered hole above her pussy twitches under my stare. Her perfect little cunt clenches visibly, pushing out another slow drip of her arousal.

She shudders, fingers twisting in the sheets. “Wolff…”

My palm cracks down hard on her right ass cheek, leaving a bright red handprint blooming across her pale skin.

“Don’t talk.”

I can still taste her on my tongue.

It’s been months since I’ve eaten pussy, and hers is fucking addictive. I hate how good she tasted. I hate how much I want to drop back down and lick her clean right now.

I grip the base of my cock, dragging the tip through her folds, before lining it up with her entrance and thrusting in hard, burying every thick inch in one brutal stroke. Her scream cuts through the room, her back arching as she tries to crawl forward.

Grabbing her hips with both hands, I yank her back, impaling her fully until my balls press tight against her clit.

She’s so fucking tight.

The memory slams into me instantly—fucking her on that stage, her cunt strangling my cock while she cried and shook underneath me. I shove the thought down, anger flaring hot in my chest. I’m not doing this again. I’m not letting her get into my head.

Not now.

Not fucking now.

I pull out halfway, feeling her slick walls coating every inch of me, then slam back in deep. The wet sound of her soaked pussy taking my cock fills the room.

“Fuck,” I grunt as my fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise.

She releases a broken, sobbing sound, head falling forward, hair hanging over her face.

I set a brutal pace, the bed banging against the wall with every thrust. Pleasure trails down my body, leaving fire in its wake. Gritting my teeth, I drive into her roughly, trying to fuck the unwanted memory out of my system.