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The edge of the vanity dug into your hips, Billy’s harsh thrusts surely causing the beginnings of bruises. The pain began to bloom from the repeated motion. You clung to the surface as best as you could, but he still kept pounding away, your fingers sliding precariously as you tried desperately to get purchase.
The room was dark, save for the few remnants of light that always manage to sneak through in the inky blackness of night. Billy liked it that way. He liked being hidden, and yet present any time that he possibly could around you. Always watching, always keeping an eye on you. But there were the times you were simply too irresistible for him, and that’s how nights like tonight happened.
“Pretty piggy,” he grunted in your ear, voice raspy and filling you with need. “Tight little piggy cunt always wet for Billy. So dirty.”
The only response you could form on your lips were whimpers, each thrust of his tightening the coil in your abdomen to almost painful degrees. The way he simply took you, ravaged your body without care, set your core on fire.
You tried to rest your forehead on the vanity, but rough fingers tangled in your hair and lifted your head again, making you yelp in pain. “No! I want to see pretty piggy’s face when Billy fucks her.”
Somehow you only just now registered the fact that the mirror over your vanity is what Billy had been interested in. You could hardly see him save for the outline in the darkness, but you were just close enough in the mirror that the tiny shreds of light illuminated your face just enough for Billy to see.
It was hard facing yourself in the mirror as Billy’s hands held you in place with each thrust. The way your body jolted with each thrust. Your mouth hung open, panting like a dog in heat. Your eyes were hazy with lust. It was you, but yet not. You didn’t know this person, and yet they were eerily familiar to you.
Billy’s thrusts became more erratic, his breathing and cursing ringing in your ears as he held the back of your head still as he mercilessly fucked you into the vanity. In these moments, his pleasure was first and foremost. He could hardly contain himself enough to focus on the task at hand. And yet when you felt his seed spill into you, the relief in his shaky voice as he keened out in need made up for it in spades.
Before he released you from his grip, you suddenly felt him slump down behind you. His fingers pried apart your lower lips, making you whine in embarrassment as he no doubt was watching the way his seed dribbled out of you.
“This won’t do, pretty Y/N,” Billy huskily whispered, causing your stomach to twist. He slowly knelt down behind you. “Billy made a mess, yes he did. And Billy needs to clean up his mess.” The hot breath that tickled your abused slit sent your thoughts ablaze with fresh need, knowing full well what he had planned for you next.