“Can I take this?” The wet head circles her tight asshole as she clenches.
“Y-yes.” Her voice trembles, but it’s laced with longing.
“Soon. First, I need to destroy this needy pussy.” Removing my fingers, I shove my thick cock inside of her and she moans.
I wrap her hair around my fist and pull it tight. My hips piston roughly, my groin slapping against her ass. My fingers dig into her hips, leaving red marks along her tan skin. The need to bring pain overwhelms me, and my hand slaps against her smooth ass making her yelp.
A red handprint mars her flesh, yet it’s still too perfect. I slap her three more times, two on each side to match. She pants and moans and her body slides forward on the slick leather coated in sweat. I dip my thumb into her hole, massaging the tight muscle. She relaxes and I feel her clenching subside.
Harder and faster I fuck her, my hold on her hair never loosening. My grunts are feral and the roar that begs to be let free is held captive for just a bit longer.
I don’t use any words. No praises, no good girl or slut or choked words telling her to take it. None of thattonight. I just want to close my eyes and let my body speak.
The only words I do speak is when I give her a warning of what comes next.
“I’m going to fuck your ass. Scream, cry, shout in pain or pleasure. But if it’s too much, saypenalty. Got it.” With her still tight in my grasp, she does her best to nod.
With that, I pull my dick from her tight pussy while dropping her hair. Her head hits the bench with a loud thud. My fingers work her cheeks apart, readying her to take me. The base of my dick in my fist, I begin to slowly breach her opening. Her breaths are heavy and her body tenses.
“Shh. Just relax.” She regulates her breathing then nods that she’s ready.
I feed her inch by inch, stopping to let her adjust. When only a couple inches remain, I slam into her and the rumble in my chest breaks free. She mewls but continues to breathe when my hips move slowly and controlled.
Soon her tense mewls turn to blissful cries, begging me for more and more. My balls tingle and tighten as a jolt of electricity shoots up my spine. This is where the Nic that those close to me don’t know about. And never will.
I reach for her neck and wrap my hands around her slim column. The muscles in my thighs flex as I ram into her tight asshole. The sounds are lewd and send chills from my fingertips to my toes.
Her forehead presses into the bench and I move harsher, still. I grunt and my hands squeeze tighter. A slender hand brushes against mine and I open my eyes to see her touching them. I loosen my hold and she jolts her head.
“Tighter,” she begs with barely any air in her words.
A devilish smile forms, and my hands close tighter around her throat.
The smacking sound blares through the room and soon it’s mixed with my groans. The fire in my body ignites and there’s no stopping me now. Blood rushes to the head of my cock and I slam into her.
My dick throbs and with one last plunge, the dam breaks and cum floods. Hot and thick, it spills until I’m empty.
I let go of her throat and no sound nor movement come. My heart ratchets up until a loud gasping of air calms my worry. Her back moves up and down rapidly, and I slide out of her without any ease or care for the pain.
She releases a cry like a newborn when my thick head breaks free. Little tremors or delight roll through me and I can finally breathe with ease.
For now my appetite has been quenched, but how long will it last?
I’m afraid that as long as Valentina remains off limits, my hunger will never be satisfied. And that…is a recipe for disaster.
10
VALENTINA
Lucy: OMGOSH!! Val! Last night was amazing. Let’s brunch so I can tell you.
Lucy: Valentina! It’s been three minutes since my last text. Text me back.
Lucy: VAL! Do you not love me anymore? Did I do something to upset you? Are you dead? Whatever it is, will you please just text me back?
Lucy: Fifteen minutes, no response. Something is wrong. Don’t worry bestie. I’m coming to save you.
Ibarely open my eyes when I hear an anxious and loud pounding at my door. I look at the clock that reads nine a.m. and quickly climb out of bed. I never sleep this late. No matter what day of the week it is. Like clockwork, six a.m. hits and I’m out of bed and running.
