“Oh, I like it,” she admits, with a blush to her cheeks.
Pulling out of her, I flip her over to her stomach, ignoring her squeal as I do.
“On your knees.”
Bianca lifts her ass in the air, and I can’t stop myself, I smack it hard. Instead of flinching, like I thought she might, she moans loudly.
“That’s my girl.”
I spread her ass cheeks, admire her beautiful back hole, and spit on it. She wanted to find out what she likes, and I plan to help her.
Lining my cock up with her pussy again, I slam into her, as I rub my saliva around her asshole. As I expected, she tenses up, with my name falling from her lips in a warning.
“Raven.”
Squeezing her ass cheek, I say, “Be honest, Bianca. Have I done anything to you that you have not liked? Other than holding you under water.”
“No,” she says quietly.
“Then trust me. Tonight is about pleasure. It’s not torture, and it’s not about scaring you. I’m going to make you explode with pure ecstasy, but I need you to relax for me.”
Either she has never had anything in her ass before, or it was not done right. Knowing the man her husband was, I am guessing it’s the latter.
She relaxes, and I move my cock inside her while rubbing my thumb over her ass, before pushing it inside. Her immediate response is a whimper, until I hit her ‘G’ spot with my cock, and it turns into a moan.
“Raven. Oh my God.”
Moving my thumb in a circle while I fuck her pussy, she screams as she squeezes my cock, followed by a rush of fluid. My pretty girl is a fucking squirter.
“Oh my God. Did I just-”
“Squirt? Yes, baby, you did. All over my cock.”
Pulling my thumb out of her ass, I grab her hips on either side and fuck her hard. I slide one hand up her back, that’s coated in a light sheen of sweat, making her look even more alluring, wrap my hand in her hair, and pull to the soundtrack of her breathy moans.
I yank her hair harder, her back hits my chest, and I bite her neck, until she yelps again from the sting.
“Such a good little slut. Are you ever going to tell me to stop, or just keep taking it?”
“Take it,” she says through a heavy breath.
Letting go of her hair, I slide my hand up the center of her body until I get to her throat, wrap my hand around it, and growl into her ear, admitting the truth.
“I know you’ll never love me, Bianca. I never expected you to. Your words were the truth, I’m not a man you could ever feel something so strong for, but this is what we have. I don’t own your heart, but I do own your body, because I’m the only man that can make you feel like this. I’ll use you as often as I want to, and you’ll like it. Understood?”
“Yes,” she says, in a voice so small it’s nearly a whisper.
“If you’re going to be fucking me a lot, I need birth control, because I do not want to get pregnant.”
I smack her ass. “I’ll take care of everything. You’re mine, and that means I’ll make sure you have whatever you fucking want.”
I don’t want to risk her getting pregnant. I don’t come from a line of DNA that you’d want to fucking duplicate in children. Idecided a long time ago, I’d never take that risk, and I’ve been careless with her, but tonight that ends.
After we both shower, I get into bed beside Bianca, holding my arms out to her, and she falls into my embrace.
“I’m sorry you heard me talking to Heather. I never meant for you to hear that.”
I kiss her on the top of the head.
