contains black female reader, lowercase intended, death threats, knife play, role-play, unprotected sex, insertion, praise kink, just flith ¿ minors don't interact
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"please don't hurt me!" you cry out into the night as a flash of lightning and unsettling roll of thunder has you squirming underneath your husbands cold touch.
minutes earlier you assumed phil was joking. a complete psychopath if this was his idea of roleplaying. you watched as he entered the shared bedroom sporting a cliche ghost face mask right on par with spooky season and watching the slasher flick days ago.
even with glasses on you could barely see him only the outline of his tattooed chest and black shorts that hung low from his waist. although you weren't afraid in the slightest even rolling your hazel eyes and making sure to laugh in his face for measure.
nontheless phil remained eerily silent titling his head to the side mockingly as he flashes the sharp metal in his right hand heightening your senses.
before you could think he's pinning you down the quickness and the angle of the bed adding for discomfort. "silly girl I could kill you right now." the rasp of his voice sends a throb between your legs and you're not sure how he's doing that trick.
the cold metal tip of the knife trails down your chest heart pounding as he stops just above your silk nightgown slicing the fabric open to expose your brown skin. "slut like you barely wearing clothes what would your husband think?"
all you can do is bite your lip as tears brim the corner of your eyes the blade going lower to the tantalizing curve of your hips then to slowly run over the mound of your pussy.
"are you scared now?" phil's confident he has you right where he wants you a dark glint in his eyes under the mask. his demeanor stoic and in complete control something you haven't seen in a while.
"yes mr. ghost face." you accept defeat a mixture of fear and arousal slick between your thighs. a clap of thunder breaking the silence as he flips you over his hand coming to rub your aching bundle of nerves.
"good girl let me feel that pussy." his ring finger enters your core then he adds another and another the fullness has you messy and back arching as his mouth grazes your ear biting down.
"pathetic getting off on the fact that I could hurt you. dirty little pussy milking my fingers. you shouldn't be this wet for a stranger." you're needy, hips swirling and bouncing as you wish it was his dick brain completely empty and broken as phil smirks.
"phil!" you call out for your husband as he removes his fingers with a pop the feeling making you clench around nothing. you can hear him shuffling behind you pulling his shorts down as his tip collects the wetness on your folds.
"keep this arch of yours or I might slit your pretty little throat and you don't want that do you?" before you can speak he's inside of you fucking from behind.
heavy balls slapping against your clit as you slobber around his fingers phil having a kink for your mouth to be stuffed while he fucks you. you're so close clit throbbing and pussy twitching around your husband.
"pussy so wet. squeezing me so tight doll you won't even be able to walk when i'm done with you." his words are filthy in conjunction with his firm grip on your hips one hand coming to spank the curve of your ass.
the sweet spot inside of you being touched repeatedly by his tip as lightening strikes again outside. "gonna cum mr. ghost face."
his nails dig painfully into your skin slowing his hips as he drags himself in and out of your sloppy cunt another bite to your earlobe as he cums ropes inside you. the mess spilling out onto the sheets as your own orgasm washes over you.
"good fucking girl." he smacks your ass hard one last time removing the mask to place a tender kiss to your lips apologizing for his little performance as you sigh dreamingly.
