Pretty When She Cries by Sarah Kate

waiting. Finally she went a little. She couldn’t do anything more than pee. Everything was bound up inside her. It stayed like that for the next few days. Her insides seemed to go into shut down while her body healed itself. Thankfully, he left her alone. He had even put a sheet down on the mattress for her and given her a blanket and one of his pillows. When she finally could go to the bathroom he stayed with her again. He spared her no indignities to the point that she could hardly function.
     
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    Night was creeping in through the curtains. The room was getting quite dark. He lay naked beside her kissing her shoulder, while she stared vacantly up at the ceiling.
    “You’re very sensitive,” he said feeling between her thighs. “I bet I could make you come again. Do you feel that? Is that nice?” he said slowly pumping his finger in and out. He kissed the side of her mouth. “Does your ass still hurt?” He pinched her to show her he expected an answer.
    “Yes,” she said, numbly.
    “Does your vagina hurt?”
    “Yes.”
    “Do you hate me?”
    Her throat convulsed, but her gaze stayed fixed upward. He rolled on top of her, grinding his crotch against hers. He buried his hands in her hair and kissed and sucked her neck, emulating the sexual act.
    “I could screw you all day and all night without stop,” he said. “Your cunt is constantly calling me. I can smell it from upstairs. I hate that you don’t want me. It kills me. But maybe you just need some more breaking in.”
    He slid to the side of her. He kept one hand wrapped in her hair so she faced him, looking at him. His other hand was all over her body, stroking her side, tummy, and fondling between her thighs.
    “You’re damn fucking pretty, you know? What do you do when you’re alone? How do you play with yourself? I bet you put your finger in. Show me. I want to see. Do it—sit up.”
    He sat up, forcing her up with him. She obediently put her hand down and touched herself lightly, rubbing up and down. She kept her face turned away. He pushed her leg away from the other so he could better see what was happening between her thighs. “Show me—show me,” he whispered. “Pump your finger in and out. Oh, yeah. Use your fingers to open up that sweet, inviting cunt of yours. Tickle your clit. You’re going to make me come, baby.”
    He got up on his knees. “Suck me a little while you do that.” He slid his prick into her mouth, and she closed her lips gingerly over it. He pushed his hips forward and back, fucking her mouth, while she delicately sucked him. “Show me that tongue. Show me that pretty tongue,” he said, pumping slowly in and out. He stopped and pulled out, looking down between her legs. His thumb brushed her clitoris as he put his lips over hers, probing her mouth with a lazy tongue. “You want me to lick your pussy?”
    He grabbed her legs and pulled her flat on her back. He gouged two of his fingers into her tight, warm pussy, and frigged her. Her hips heaved and jerked, then her knees flung out, only to clamp shut again as she arched up her pelvic basin to the intrusion of his fingers. The irritations gave her the sensation she needed to pee. He latched his mouth on her pussy, his tongue snaking in between the warm flesh searching for all the spots that made her squirmed.
    She moved uncomfortably under the irksome tickling she was experiencing. It was nasty in a way that sent shivers up her spine and made her clit stand up. She plunged her hips so frantically that she almost dislodged his mouth, but he held the rigid muscles of her inner thighs and kept her legs spread open. Her head rolled from side to side, as she struggled with a fast increasing feeling that she would go mad if he didn’t stop. Thrusting his tongue as deeply into her pussy as he could force it, he tickled and licked. Then taking her clitoris between his lips, he sucked hard at it. She spasmed purely from being oversensitized, not from any