“Fuck, Daddy. Yes. I want to feel so full. I want to feel like you’re going to tear me in half because you’re so big. I want you to fuck me so hard that I’m sore tomorrow.”
I move my hand out of the way, and Jorge pushes up onto his hands. I tilt my hips, and he thrusts into me. I’m so wet that it’s easy for him to slide in, but I’m still tight enough that the friction is mind blowing. We’re watching each other, and we both register that sublime moment when our bodies become one.
“You’ve always been mine, Liesel. It was just a matter of time. But now that I’m inside you, there is no denying you belong to me. I will fuck you hard, and I will fuck you often. I will be gentle, and I’ll be tender whenever you want.”
Does he mean we’ll make love and not just be kinky?
“Not just when I want, Jorge.”
“I’m not used to vanilla, but I want it with you. Only you.”
My chest tightens, and it’s not just from the exertion of moving with him as he pounds into me. He keeps offering more of himself than he does with any other woman. I’m certain of it. He may have spanked others in the past, but I doubt it was for their safety. It might have been a punishment but in the context of a roleplay scene, not because he cares about their real-life wellbeing.
“Only me, Daddy.”
He shifts to slide his arm under my right leg. He rears back, lifting my leg up to his shoulder as he kneels. He grasps my hips and moves with such purpose that I can’t keep up. He pummels my pussy. The angle allows him to slide so deep into me that there’s nowhere farther for him to go. He bottoms out, pausing and flexing his abs each time. Then he slides back, and I see how my cream makes his cock glisten before it disappears into me again.
Over and over.
It would be hypnotic if not for the arousing pain from each forceful thrust. His body is a scientific marvel. I see the scars that came from bullets and blades. They’re mostly covered by tats, but I feel them as I run my hands over his chiseled body. Knowing how arrogant he can be—no—how arrogant he can come across—it would be easy to think he works out and stays in shape for his ego. Maybe he even believes in the health benefits. I think it’s more than that.
The air of danger that’s always accompanied him along with the lifestyle I’m piecing together make me think he’s in shape to protect himself. The scars tell me he’s mortal and can’t outrun a bullet, but I think he’s tried. I think he’s bareknuckle fought plenty of times and has used his strength to save others. I can only speculate because I doubt he’d tell me the truth if I asked, but my intuition says he lives with far more danger than I’ll ever fully know.
Can you live with that?
Can you live with him possibly dying?
Can you live with the danger you’ll be in? Things are beyond your wildest nightmares right now. What if this is tame for his lifestyle?
I’ll deal with it when I have to. Right now—right now, I want to come.
This isn’t the time for more deep reflections. I’ve done enough of that since the moment I opened my mouth to him. I’ve been in my head, and I’ve needed to work these things out. But now I want to just enjoy the sex. I want to enjoy the connection without worrying about the whys and wherefores.
“I’m close.”
“Me too, little one. But don’t come yet.”
“But—”
“I said, don’t come yet.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Fuck that’s hot.
He lowers my leg, and I shake my head in protest. He slaps my tits.Hard. The sound rings in the room.
“Don’t tell me no,chiquita. I’ll fuck you however I want.”
He pulls out and flips me onto my belly. I push my hips up, ready to move onto my hands and knees. He surges into me with enough force to flatten me. His body presses into mine, and I can’t believe how erotic it feels to have him encage me between him and the mattress. My fingers splay before they curl to grab the pillow. He covers my hands with his, and I relax my death grip. His fingers slip among mine. He rocks his hips at an excruciatingly slow pace. I want him to keep jackhammering me.
“You are mychica. I will make you come when I’m ready. Or did you forget how badly you want to submit to me? Did you just say all of that to lead me on?”
“What? No. I meant all of it.”
“Then your memory isn’t very good.”
“I want what you want. I just also really want to come.”
