Alice In Wonderland Fan Fiction ❯ Twisted Fantasy ❯ Chapter Forty Two ( Chapter 42 )
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By: destiny dreamer 
Non Anime: Alice In Wonderland Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Fantasy / Suspense / Thriller | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.28.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 187 | Status: Completed
Non Anime: Alice In Wonderland Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Fantasy / Suspense / Thriller | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.28.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 187 | Status: Completed
Matthew turned her in his arms, gently nuzzling her neck. His heart was racing a mile a minute. Was it always going to be like this? Hard to breath. Hard to think. His chest hurting while his heart throbbed painfully in excitement and fear.
Alice moved her arms around him. "I do love you, Matthew...so very much."
"I know, and I never get tired of hearing that."
She sighed. "Say it back...please...."
"Say...." He stopped, cupping her face he lifted it up to his. "Do you want me to say it, even if I don't mean it?"
She pulled from him. That was enough. Her heart was breaking. "No...it's alright," she said. She moved to her closet and started pulling out some clothes.
He reached out and placed a hand on her waist, pulling her against him. "If I told you that I loved you, and if I meant it...would that make you happy?"
"Why do you always ask me questions you know the answer to? It's annoying."
"I like to be prepared for the outcomes," he told her. "As I told you before, you confuse me."
She sighed. "You barely know anything about me..." That was annoying too. "Just forget it ok? I don't want to talk about this anymore. I mean it."
"Alice, I love you," he said quickly. Turning around, he started looking for his shirt.
She froze for a moment, feeling completely lost then suddenly completely overwhelmed. Her chest felt tight and her heart was going too fast for her to keep up with. Moving back to the closet, she started looking through her clothes again.
He looked over at her as he put on his shirt. She wasn't saying anything. Why wasn't she saying anything? "Did...did you hear me?"
She fumbled with her bra before finally getting it on and slipping on a skirt. "Yes..." she whispered and put on a shirt.
"Okay...." There was nothing more that he could say. His hand rubbed himself through his pants, trying to get himself comfortable before sitting down on her bed.
She walked out of her closet and shut the door. Slowly, she moved to the end of the bed and sat down. She really didn't know what to say. She could rush to him and make love to him because he wanted to take things slow, even kissing was too much. She didn't know what a person said after something like that. Then it hit her. "Thank you," she said finally. It was what he told her when she first told him she loved him.
He smiled. That seemed to do the trick. Reaching over to her, he stroked her cheek, slowly pulling her toward him as he kissed her. It was soft, sweet, and tender.
She couldn't hold back anymore. She pushed him back and moved over him, her kiss deepening. She pulled back quickly. "Please...I can't hold back. I'm really sorry," she whispered and pulled his shirt off him. She didn't wait for him to say anything before meeting his lips again and rubbing his cock through his pants.
His hips rose up as she rubbed him through his pants. Moaning into her mouth, he wasn't aware his shirt was gone until the cold air of the room hit him. "Alice," he moaned. "Please...let's just take it slow. Not now."
She shook her head. "I can't..." Sitting up she pulled her shirt, bra, and skirt off. Her hands went to his pants and undid them in a matter of second. "You might hate me later...but you just told me you love me and I can't sit by and do nothing," she said as she pulled his pants off.
"Alice." He bit his lip as she pulled his pants off. He sat up on his elbows and looked at her, his cock showing through his boxers as precum slid down it. "I'm not about to let you rape me." Seriously, what was she thinking?
Her hand pulled his cock out and she lightly moved her hand over it. "I'm not asking for permission..." she whispered. Her eyes were soft, as if saying she was sorry, but she wasn't backing down.
He gasped as she began to move her hand over his tender cock. Shaking his head slowly as he moved beneath her. "That may be," he hissed. "But I don't want to do this too quickly. I don't want to ruin a chance of us being-" His words were lost as her grip tightened as she stroked him harder.
"You can hate me later..." she whispered. She crawled over him, moving her thong to the side. She pressed her lips against his again and pushed his throbbing cock into her.
His hips rose up to meet her as her warm walls encompassed his cock. Any thoughts of protest at this point were mute, drowned out by her kiss and the warmth radiating through him. Alice moved her lips to his neck and lightly sucked on it as she started a fast pace, hungry and lustful. She moaned into the room and against him. Matthew kept his eyes closed as she came crashing down on his hips. A part of him was terrified that he would open his eyes and she'd be trying to kill him. Another part was simply enjoying the fact that he could lay back and relax, simply enjoying the sensation of her riding him.
Her hands washed over him massaging him sweetly. She washed his face in kisses hoping to ease his tension. "I love you..." she whispered in his ear as her pace increased.
His jaw was tight and his eyes were shut. He was enjoying this immensely. That was obvious by his throbbing erection as well as the moans which echoed in his enclosed throat. Though he was enjoying it, he still couldn't believe that she had actually done this. His hands slid up her body, rubbing and taking note of every inch of flesh up to her breasts. Alice sat up on him, driving him deeper into her. She moaned. She never took her eyes off his face. Though she was convinced he would never forgive her for this, she couldn't help but wish to remember this moment forever...after all...it could be the last moment she had with him like this ever again. Matthew's teeth clenched together as he felt himself draw near. He didn't give her any warning or indication. Despite the fact that he didn't have a condom, at that moment he felt that she could deal with the consequences should they happen. Finally a moan escaped his lips, his hips arching as his cum filled her for the first time. Alice's eyes widened. She looked down as cum over filled her and poured onto Matthew's stomach. Breathing hard she trailed her eyes back to his face. Moving slow, she got off him and laid on her back next to him.
Matthew's hand trailed down his chest to his stomach, his cum soaking his lower half. Reaching out to her, he finally opened his eyes. "We weren't safe that time," he whispered as he sat up and got off the bed, making his way to the shower.
Alice sat up and instantly felt guilty. She dressed once more and walked to Sammy's room. She closed the door behind her and wiped her tear filled eyes. "I...I raped him...and we weren't safe..."
Sammy looked up at her. His face was solemn for a second before he started laughing. "You what!?"
"It's not funny! He hates me!" she cried.
"Alice, sweetie, I hate to tell you, but you really can't rape a guy unless he lets you," he told her. "Go and talk to him. I'm certain it's not as bad as you think it is."
She pushed her hair behind her ear. "He's in the shower...I think I should sleep on the couch..." She sighed. "He begged me to not do it so we can take things slow...but I didn't listen. I feel like such a...a...well I don't know!" She laid back on the bed. "When I'm not trying to kill him, I'm raping him, this isn't a good relationship."
Sammy pulled her close and hugged her. "He's still here isn't he? If he didn't want to be here then he would have left, Alice. He said that he loved you, didn't he?" He kissed her cheek and stroked her hair. "Go talk to him, Alice. If he's still grumpy I'll tell him to get a motel room tonight."
She nodded against him. "You...should listen in...I don't want to have a fight and snap," she said and stood. Taking a deep breath she walked to the bathroom and knocked on the door. "Matthew? Umm...can I come in?"
Matthew paused as he heard her knock on the door. "Are you fully dressed?"
She looked down at herself. "Yes..."
He sighed, pulling the curtain to the shower closed. "Then yes, you may come in."
Alice opened the door and walked in. She couldn't see him because the curtain was pulled. "I'm...really sorry..."
"About what?" His voice was almost harsh as he said that. Shaking his head, he ran the shampoo through his hair, nearly scrubbing his scalp raw.
She bit her lip. "About...forcing you and...everything else."
"You don't have to apologize," he muttered angrily. "You did what you wanted. Nothing to be ashamed of...."
"I've made you mad!" she objected. "And you're snapping at me so obviously I did something wrong!"
He pulled open the curtain so that he could look at her. "What really upsets me is the simple fact that you didn't listen to me," he told her. "I asked you and begged you for us to just take it slow. I let you do what you want because I didn't want to deprive you...." He shook his head slowly. "And the worst part was that despite everything I thoroughly enjoyed it."
"I said I was sorry what more do you want for me!" she snapped. "I told you over and over that I was sorry even before I did anything! If you are going to always be afraid of me then so be it but I'm not going to stand by and let you do what you want without me doing something about it! You said you loved me...I had never felt so happy...I wanted to celebrate and I wanted to share intimacy with you! What's wrong with that?"
"It is wrong, only because I asked you not to," he told her. "Any other time it would have been welcomed."
She looked away. "Fine! Sleep on the couch, Matthew! We're through!" She walked out, slamming the door. "Jerk!" She stomped off to her room and started dragging his clothes out, throwing them into the hallway and out of her room.
"Uh...Alice, weren't you suppose to be apologizing?" Sammy said, sitting on her bed, watching her angry tantrum.
"I did! Like a million times! I'm done apologizing! There is nothing wrong with fucking someone you love! If he didn't want me to do it, he should have thrown me off him!" she snapped as she threw another handful of clothes into that hallway. "Any other guy would have been thrilled!"
Matthew came out of the shower, soap on his skin and a towel around his waist. "Sammy, please give us a few moments," he hissed.
Sammy looked at the two of them, feeling like a bird caught in between two cats. "Will do!" He scampered off, leaving Matthew to glare at Alice.
In two steps he was by her, his hand holding onto her face. "Get naked," he ordered. "You want to screw? To consecrate our love? Fine."
She pushed him from her. "Don't tell me what to do! And I'm not making love to you when you’re mad! I told you we are over!" she growled and threw more of his clothes into the hall.
"I wasn't asking," he said as he grabbed her and threw her to the bed.
She glared at him. "Don't push buttons you aren't willing to deal with!" She punched his chest.
He flinched as her hand slammed into him. He crawled on top of her, his towel falling off as he pushed her hands above her head. "Do you want to know what it feels like to say no, and still have it happen?"
"Get off!" she yelled. Her legs thrashed under him and her body wiggled. Her eyes were hard and dark.
His lips just curled into a smile as he laughed against her. "Don't fight it, Alice," he whispered. "We're all mad here...."
She leaned up and bit his shoulder, blood rushed into her mouth.
He threw his head back and moaned. "Kinky," he smirked. "Alice, oh my Alice. What will I do. You love me, but you don't. You want me, but you don't. You're a walking contradiction." He paused as he looked down at her. "Well, in this case you're a lying down contradiction."
She glared at him. "Go to hell!" she snapped, blood staining her lips.
He just laughed. Slamming his lips against hers, he tasted the blood in her mouth while his free hand worked her skirt off. Alice twisted her wrists in his hand, but his grip was hard and she was tiny compared to him. She tried to fight, but the more she moved the more excited she got. It was long before she was kissing him back and working her body with him to get her skirt off completely. With her skirt off, he began to bite her flesh. His teeth sank deep into her, drawing blood as he licked her flesh. His hands didn't bother with removing her thong. Instead he just ripped the tiny piece of fabric off. His hand reached down to his cock, rubbing it quickly and roughly to get it hard enough to slam into her. Alice hissed as his teeth sank into her. She moved her hips up to his so her hot flesh could feel his. Her eyes closed as she kept trying to pull her hands free.
His cock rubbed against her, his free hand sliding up to her shirt. He pulled at it, ripping it open to reveal her chest. His teeth sunk into the flesh above her breast as he pulled her bra off. His mouth captured her nipple, sucking and biting while his fingers plunged into her hot core. Alice bit her lip. Everything hurt and yet she was loving it. The roughness was nearly driving her wild and she was so wet from it. Her body felt like it was on fire and she returned his bites, her teeth pulling at his flesh and licking. His fingers roughly pushed into her, spreading her as he entered three fingers and then four. He pumped her, spreading her lips. He used her juices to stroke his cock. His lips and teeth were tinted red from her blood, little red rings were left where his lips had sucked her nipples. Finally he pushed her legs wide open and forced himself into her. Alice cried out. With all the pulling and pushing at her opening, she was sore. When he pushed his cock into her, it hurt. She shivered under him, but didn't pushing him away, not that she could. A mad smile spread across her lips while she licked the blood from his shoulders, urging him to continue.
He moaned as his cock plunged into her. He forced her legs around his waist, his eyes wide and wild as he nipped at her flesh. He slid her beneath him, rolling her so that she was on her side. He held her wrists tightly, his weight pinning one of her legs as her other rested on top of him. He pulled out, and slammed his cock into her, pulling her chest against him as he slid back and forth hungrily. He was deeper than ever before and yes, it hurt. Each thrust was pain filled but she ached for him. Her cries of lust and joy filled the room and her eyes looked on his. She watched his madness swirl in his irises like pools of water. His nails slid over her ass, leaving small cuts on her as he thrust in. Moans echoed through his throat as he threw his head back in pure ecstasy. His eyes widened as he felt himself near.
"Too soon," he whispered painfully.
She whimpered at him. "Harder."
He pushed himself harder and faster. Looking down at her, he groaned, his nails digging into her hips as he rolled over, letting her on top. Alice wasted not time. She snatched her wrists from him roughly and racked her nails over his chest while her pace was set faster than she had ever done before. Her nails locked on his ribs and dug them in. One hand went to his and moved it to her clit, forcing him to rub it. His moans got louder as her nails dug into him. His hand was forced to her clit, and he willingly obliged, his hand rubbing her clit, sliding over her spreading lips as she slammed onto him. She moaned louder. It didn't take long before the building started and she tossed her head back. Crying out loudly, she came onto his cock and dug her nails deeper into him. That was the final straw. Her juices flooding his cock, and sliding down onto his stomach was enough without adding her nails sinking into his flesh. His cock throbbed, his hot cum filling her insides while he moaned her name. Alice collapsed on his chest, breathing hard and covered in sweat, blood, and cum. She moaned against him as her eyes closed.
Every inch of him hurt. His hips were bruised from her slamming into him, but he laughed lightly, his laughter mixed with moans. "That was the best," he whispered as he held her close, his limp cock still resting inside her.
She nuzzled his neck. "Yes...we are truly all mad."
"I'm just mad for you," he said, turning his face so that he could let her have more access to his neck.
She lightly sucked on his neck and covered it in kisses. However, it wasn't long after that she suddenly stopped and sat up. She cried out at the pain and looked down at herself. "What...what did I do?" she whimpered as tears welled in her eyes. It hurt to move, hurt to breath. Even the air in the room stung.
Alice moved her arms around him. "I do love you, Matthew...so very much."
"I know, and I never get tired of hearing that."
She sighed. "Say it back...please...."
"Say...." He stopped, cupping her face he lifted it up to his. "Do you want me to say it, even if I don't mean it?"
She pulled from him. That was enough. Her heart was breaking. "No...it's alright," she said. She moved to her closet and started pulling out some clothes.
He reached out and placed a hand on her waist, pulling her against him. "If I told you that I loved you, and if I meant it...would that make you happy?"
"Why do you always ask me questions you know the answer to? It's annoying."
"I like to be prepared for the outcomes," he told her. "As I told you before, you confuse me."
She sighed. "You barely know anything about me..." That was annoying too. "Just forget it ok? I don't want to talk about this anymore. I mean it."
"Alice, I love you," he said quickly. Turning around, he started looking for his shirt.
She froze for a moment, feeling completely lost then suddenly completely overwhelmed. Her chest felt tight and her heart was going too fast for her to keep up with. Moving back to the closet, she started looking through her clothes again.
He looked over at her as he put on his shirt. She wasn't saying anything. Why wasn't she saying anything? "Did...did you hear me?"
She fumbled with her bra before finally getting it on and slipping on a skirt. "Yes..." she whispered and put on a shirt.
"Okay...." There was nothing more that he could say. His hand rubbed himself through his pants, trying to get himself comfortable before sitting down on her bed.
She walked out of her closet and shut the door. Slowly, she moved to the end of the bed and sat down. She really didn't know what to say. She could rush to him and make love to him because he wanted to take things slow, even kissing was too much. She didn't know what a person said after something like that. Then it hit her. "Thank you," she said finally. It was what he told her when she first told him she loved him.
He smiled. That seemed to do the trick. Reaching over to her, he stroked her cheek, slowly pulling her toward him as he kissed her. It was soft, sweet, and tender.
She couldn't hold back anymore. She pushed him back and moved over him, her kiss deepening. She pulled back quickly. "Please...I can't hold back. I'm really sorry," she whispered and pulled his shirt off him. She didn't wait for him to say anything before meeting his lips again and rubbing his cock through his pants.
His hips rose up as she rubbed him through his pants. Moaning into her mouth, he wasn't aware his shirt was gone until the cold air of the room hit him. "Alice," he moaned. "Please...let's just take it slow. Not now."
She shook her head. "I can't..." Sitting up she pulled her shirt, bra, and skirt off. Her hands went to his pants and undid them in a matter of second. "You might hate me later...but you just told me you love me and I can't sit by and do nothing," she said as she pulled his pants off.
"Alice." He bit his lip as she pulled his pants off. He sat up on his elbows and looked at her, his cock showing through his boxers as precum slid down it. "I'm not about to let you rape me." Seriously, what was she thinking?
Her hand pulled his cock out and she lightly moved her hand over it. "I'm not asking for permission..." she whispered. Her eyes were soft, as if saying she was sorry, but she wasn't backing down.
He gasped as she began to move her hand over his tender cock. Shaking his head slowly as he moved beneath her. "That may be," he hissed. "But I don't want to do this too quickly. I don't want to ruin a chance of us being-" His words were lost as her grip tightened as she stroked him harder.
"You can hate me later..." she whispered. She crawled over him, moving her thong to the side. She pressed her lips against his again and pushed his throbbing cock into her.
His hips rose up to meet her as her warm walls encompassed his cock. Any thoughts of protest at this point were mute, drowned out by her kiss and the warmth radiating through him. Alice moved her lips to his neck and lightly sucked on it as she started a fast pace, hungry and lustful. She moaned into the room and against him. Matthew kept his eyes closed as she came crashing down on his hips. A part of him was terrified that he would open his eyes and she'd be trying to kill him. Another part was simply enjoying the fact that he could lay back and relax, simply enjoying the sensation of her riding him.
Her hands washed over him massaging him sweetly. She washed his face in kisses hoping to ease his tension. "I love you..." she whispered in his ear as her pace increased.
His jaw was tight and his eyes were shut. He was enjoying this immensely. That was obvious by his throbbing erection as well as the moans which echoed in his enclosed throat. Though he was enjoying it, he still couldn't believe that she had actually done this. His hands slid up her body, rubbing and taking note of every inch of flesh up to her breasts. Alice sat up on him, driving him deeper into her. She moaned. She never took her eyes off his face. Though she was convinced he would never forgive her for this, she couldn't help but wish to remember this moment forever...after all...it could be the last moment she had with him like this ever again. Matthew's teeth clenched together as he felt himself draw near. He didn't give her any warning or indication. Despite the fact that he didn't have a condom, at that moment he felt that she could deal with the consequences should they happen. Finally a moan escaped his lips, his hips arching as his cum filled her for the first time. Alice's eyes widened. She looked down as cum over filled her and poured onto Matthew's stomach. Breathing hard she trailed her eyes back to his face. Moving slow, she got off him and laid on her back next to him.
Matthew's hand trailed down his chest to his stomach, his cum soaking his lower half. Reaching out to her, he finally opened his eyes. "We weren't safe that time," he whispered as he sat up and got off the bed, making his way to the shower.
Alice sat up and instantly felt guilty. She dressed once more and walked to Sammy's room. She closed the door behind her and wiped her tear filled eyes. "I...I raped him...and we weren't safe..."
Sammy looked up at her. His face was solemn for a second before he started laughing. "You what!?"
"It's not funny! He hates me!" she cried.
"Alice, sweetie, I hate to tell you, but you really can't rape a guy unless he lets you," he told her. "Go and talk to him. I'm certain it's not as bad as you think it is."
She pushed her hair behind her ear. "He's in the shower...I think I should sleep on the couch..." She sighed. "He begged me to not do it so we can take things slow...but I didn't listen. I feel like such a...a...well I don't know!" She laid back on the bed. "When I'm not trying to kill him, I'm raping him, this isn't a good relationship."
Sammy pulled her close and hugged her. "He's still here isn't he? If he didn't want to be here then he would have left, Alice. He said that he loved you, didn't he?" He kissed her cheek and stroked her hair. "Go talk to him, Alice. If he's still grumpy I'll tell him to get a motel room tonight."
She nodded against him. "You...should listen in...I don't want to have a fight and snap," she said and stood. Taking a deep breath she walked to the bathroom and knocked on the door. "Matthew? Umm...can I come in?"
Matthew paused as he heard her knock on the door. "Are you fully dressed?"
She looked down at herself. "Yes..."
He sighed, pulling the curtain to the shower closed. "Then yes, you may come in."
Alice opened the door and walked in. She couldn't see him because the curtain was pulled. "I'm...really sorry..."
"About what?" His voice was almost harsh as he said that. Shaking his head, he ran the shampoo through his hair, nearly scrubbing his scalp raw.
She bit her lip. "About...forcing you and...everything else."
"You don't have to apologize," he muttered angrily. "You did what you wanted. Nothing to be ashamed of...."
"I've made you mad!" she objected. "And you're snapping at me so obviously I did something wrong!"
He pulled open the curtain so that he could look at her. "What really upsets me is the simple fact that you didn't listen to me," he told her. "I asked you and begged you for us to just take it slow. I let you do what you want because I didn't want to deprive you...." He shook his head slowly. "And the worst part was that despite everything I thoroughly enjoyed it."
"I said I was sorry what more do you want for me!" she snapped. "I told you over and over that I was sorry even before I did anything! If you are going to always be afraid of me then so be it but I'm not going to stand by and let you do what you want without me doing something about it! You said you loved me...I had never felt so happy...I wanted to celebrate and I wanted to share intimacy with you! What's wrong with that?"
"It is wrong, only because I asked you not to," he told her. "Any other time it would have been welcomed."
She looked away. "Fine! Sleep on the couch, Matthew! We're through!" She walked out, slamming the door. "Jerk!" She stomped off to her room and started dragging his clothes out, throwing them into the hallway and out of her room.
"Uh...Alice, weren't you suppose to be apologizing?" Sammy said, sitting on her bed, watching her angry tantrum.
"I did! Like a million times! I'm done apologizing! There is nothing wrong with fucking someone you love! If he didn't want me to do it, he should have thrown me off him!" she snapped as she threw another handful of clothes into that hallway. "Any other guy would have been thrilled!"
Matthew came out of the shower, soap on his skin and a towel around his waist. "Sammy, please give us a few moments," he hissed.
Sammy looked at the two of them, feeling like a bird caught in between two cats. "Will do!" He scampered off, leaving Matthew to glare at Alice.
In two steps he was by her, his hand holding onto her face. "Get naked," he ordered. "You want to screw? To consecrate our love? Fine."
She pushed him from her. "Don't tell me what to do! And I'm not making love to you when you’re mad! I told you we are over!" she growled and threw more of his clothes into the hall.
"I wasn't asking," he said as he grabbed her and threw her to the bed.
She glared at him. "Don't push buttons you aren't willing to deal with!" She punched his chest.
He flinched as her hand slammed into him. He crawled on top of her, his towel falling off as he pushed her hands above her head. "Do you want to know what it feels like to say no, and still have it happen?"
"Get off!" she yelled. Her legs thrashed under him and her body wiggled. Her eyes were hard and dark.
His lips just curled into a smile as he laughed against her. "Don't fight it, Alice," he whispered. "We're all mad here...."
She leaned up and bit his shoulder, blood rushed into her mouth.
He threw his head back and moaned. "Kinky," he smirked. "Alice, oh my Alice. What will I do. You love me, but you don't. You want me, but you don't. You're a walking contradiction." He paused as he looked down at her. "Well, in this case you're a lying down contradiction."
She glared at him. "Go to hell!" she snapped, blood staining her lips.
He just laughed. Slamming his lips against hers, he tasted the blood in her mouth while his free hand worked her skirt off. Alice twisted her wrists in his hand, but his grip was hard and she was tiny compared to him. She tried to fight, but the more she moved the more excited she got. It was long before she was kissing him back and working her body with him to get her skirt off completely. With her skirt off, he began to bite her flesh. His teeth sank deep into her, drawing blood as he licked her flesh. His hands didn't bother with removing her thong. Instead he just ripped the tiny piece of fabric off. His hand reached down to his cock, rubbing it quickly and roughly to get it hard enough to slam into her. Alice hissed as his teeth sank into her. She moved her hips up to his so her hot flesh could feel his. Her eyes closed as she kept trying to pull her hands free.
His cock rubbed against her, his free hand sliding up to her shirt. He pulled at it, ripping it open to reveal her chest. His teeth sunk into the flesh above her breast as he pulled her bra off. His mouth captured her nipple, sucking and biting while his fingers plunged into her hot core. Alice bit her lip. Everything hurt and yet she was loving it. The roughness was nearly driving her wild and she was so wet from it. Her body felt like it was on fire and she returned his bites, her teeth pulling at his flesh and licking. His fingers roughly pushed into her, spreading her as he entered three fingers and then four. He pumped her, spreading her lips. He used her juices to stroke his cock. His lips and teeth were tinted red from her blood, little red rings were left where his lips had sucked her nipples. Finally he pushed her legs wide open and forced himself into her. Alice cried out. With all the pulling and pushing at her opening, she was sore. When he pushed his cock into her, it hurt. She shivered under him, but didn't pushing him away, not that she could. A mad smile spread across her lips while she licked the blood from his shoulders, urging him to continue.
He moaned as his cock plunged into her. He forced her legs around his waist, his eyes wide and wild as he nipped at her flesh. He slid her beneath him, rolling her so that she was on her side. He held her wrists tightly, his weight pinning one of her legs as her other rested on top of him. He pulled out, and slammed his cock into her, pulling her chest against him as he slid back and forth hungrily. He was deeper than ever before and yes, it hurt. Each thrust was pain filled but she ached for him. Her cries of lust and joy filled the room and her eyes looked on his. She watched his madness swirl in his irises like pools of water. His nails slid over her ass, leaving small cuts on her as he thrust in. Moans echoed through his throat as he threw his head back in pure ecstasy. His eyes widened as he felt himself near.
"Too soon," he whispered painfully.
She whimpered at him. "Harder."
He pushed himself harder and faster. Looking down at her, he groaned, his nails digging into her hips as he rolled over, letting her on top. Alice wasted not time. She snatched her wrists from him roughly and racked her nails over his chest while her pace was set faster than she had ever done before. Her nails locked on his ribs and dug them in. One hand went to his and moved it to her clit, forcing him to rub it. His moans got louder as her nails dug into him. His hand was forced to her clit, and he willingly obliged, his hand rubbing her clit, sliding over her spreading lips as she slammed onto him. She moaned louder. It didn't take long before the building started and she tossed her head back. Crying out loudly, she came onto his cock and dug her nails deeper into him. That was the final straw. Her juices flooding his cock, and sliding down onto his stomach was enough without adding her nails sinking into his flesh. His cock throbbed, his hot cum filling her insides while he moaned her name. Alice collapsed on his chest, breathing hard and covered in sweat, blood, and cum. She moaned against him as her eyes closed.
Every inch of him hurt. His hips were bruised from her slamming into him, but he laughed lightly, his laughter mixed with moans. "That was the best," he whispered as he held her close, his limp cock still resting inside her.
She nuzzled his neck. "Yes...we are truly all mad."
"I'm just mad for you," he said, turning his face so that he could let her have more access to his neck.
She lightly sucked on his neck and covered it in kisses. However, it wasn't long after that she suddenly stopped and sat up. She cried out at the pain and looked down at herself. "What...what did I do?" she whimpered as tears welled in her eyes. It hurt to move, hurt to breath. Even the air in the room stung.