Hollow Hellion

by Jodie King

I need someone who can match my darker desires, someone who understands the mix of pain and pleasure, someone that can make me feel truly alive. Because that’s what I want. To feel alive.

I find myself aching for more—more intensity, more dominance, more of a raw, unfiltered hard fucking that would leave me feeling satisfied and maybe a little bit ashamed.

“Fuck, I love it when you talk murder to me,” he breathes out, a devilish grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Yes, girls like you. The beautiful, yet broken kind that seem to blossom in the darkness of lust. They want to experience a scream ripping from their fucking throat rather than releasing a soft moan. They crave to feel the bite of pain rather than a gentle, loving touch. They possess an insatiable hunger to be violently screwed against the shower wall while being choked the fuck out until they can no longer stand it, rather than having to endure a slow, pathetic fuck.”

“Run, run, run, little dolly. Run as fast as you can. Because if I catch you, I'll make you obey my every command,”

“Come on down, Noir. I’m going to show you what Hell looks like,” he taunts.

This man is not only gifted in length and girth, clearly blessed by Satan, but he decided to weaponize this snake as well?

As long as I still have your perfect cunt, hot tits, and pretty face, I'm fucking satisfied. You’ll be my little nugget.”

“Don’t ever feel guilt, because I’d let this entire place burn to the fucking ground just to cover you from the flames. You, my pretty girl, are worth every damn burn I would suffer. With me as your shield, you’re untouchable.”