She could feel his breath as it exhaled sharply across her lips, but his mouth didn’t touch hers. Instead he said, “You want a kiss, Addison? Do you think you deserve a kiss?”
Her shoulders slumped a little and she shook her head. Her long hair tumbled around her shoulders and touched the edges of her wrecked dress.
“Boyfriends kiss. What have I told you?”
“You’re not my boyfriend,” she whispered, her voice defeated. She believed him now. “I get it. Can I go now, Daniel?”
He paused for a second as though debating. She honestly thought he was about to release her and let her run back to the safety of her apartment to lick her wounds and move on with her life. To try and forget about Daniel and the incredible things he’d done to her.
“No,” he said quietly. “You don’t hate me yet.”
“Daniel, no!” she cried out as he savagely turned her around on his knees and bent her over.
Her legs were forced open on either side of his body, with her pussy in his lap and her ass up against his belly, as vulnerable to him as she could possibly be. He shoved the dress as far up as it could possibly go, tipped her forward so she was forced to balance on one of her hands while he pinned her other wrist behind her back and brought her ass up to his face.
“Você é tão quente,” he groaned, shaking his head. “So fucking hot.”
“What was that?” she gasped, but further words were lost as he attacked her clit with his tongue once more.
She was begging and screaming again within seconds. She barely noticed when he slipped his fingers back inside her and moved his tongue up to her ass. She squirmed and begged him to let her come. He seemed determined to drag her to the edge time and again without letting her go over.
She squealed in surprise as he worked a finger into her ass, but she was too far gone in ecstasy to complain. The fullness within her only drove her closer to the explosive orgasm she seemed to be driving toward. He pumped his fingers in and out of her while teasing her with his tongue, changing patterns each time it seemed like she might be closing in on an orgasm.
Finally, after he’d tortured her for what felt like hours, he shoved her forward onto the mat and stood up. He reached down and lifted her up by the waist, like she was nothing more than a doll. He dropped her onto her stomach on something hard but padded. She thought it must be a weight bench.
Her face and chest were slippery with sweat and her thighs were wet with her own fluids. Her legs were straddling the bench. Daniel flipped the skirt of her extremely damaged dress up and smacked her ass hard enough to make Addison jump. He straddled the bench behind her and unzipped his jeans. He leaned across her body, took a fistful of tangled hair, tilted her head to the side and spoke in her ear.
“You want to come, then lift that fucking whore ass off this bench and beg for my cock, Addison,” he growled.
She hated him.
But she also wanted him. He’d ensured it by driving her to fever pitch. He’d also tied her heart to him, no matter how badly he’d treated her. Now she understood how women could let men treat them badly. She threw her elbow back, hitting him in the side and catching him by surprise. She knew by the sharp intake of breath that he hadn’t expected her hit, but she was also pretty sure she didn’t have enough strength to actually hurt him. Daniel was solid muscle.
Instead of forcing her to beg again, he looped his arm under her waist and dragged her ass up to where he wanted her. Taking his penis into his hand he pressed it against her hot, slippery pussy and thrust inside her. Addison moaned and arched her back, pushing her body back into him. Glorious sensations sizzled through her body.
In that moment she didn’t care if he was a massive asshole that was going to burn in hell, she wanted him to fuck her into oblivion. Then she was going to smack the shit out of him and walk away from his destructive ass. He hammered into her like it was the last time, and in her heart she knew it was. Because she was going to stab him and call the police if he ever touched her again. Like she should’ve done on day one of meeting him.
She yelled in pleasure as his cock hit every pleasure zone within her body while his fingers played their magic on the outside. He alternated between squeezing and stroking her clit and playing with her ass. She was once more mindlessly begging for release within seconds. Only this time he didn’t seem intent on withholding it.
“Come for me,” he growled.
Addison screamed long and loud as she came with fireworks going off in her head. White streaks zigzagged across her vision, making her open her blank eyes wide and stare into the emptiness for more. She would have collapsed against the bench, except he held her up with a strong arm around her waist. He eased a finger fully into her ass now while his cock continued to pump into her.
“Please, Daniel,” she begged.
“Please what?” he demanded.
“Please come with me… this time!” she gasped breathlessly, feeling another, more powerful orgasm building as he pushed her relentlessly toward the edge.
“No,” he said, his voice hard.
Addison gasped and tried to pull away from him in confusion. He refused to let her go. He continued to drive her body, playing it like a familiar instrument, tuning it in a way only he could do. She screamed as he added another finger to her anal passage, increasing the incredible fullness. Her mind went black with pleasure.
“You don’t control me, woman. I fucking control you, I control this,” he snarled. “Come for me. Now.”
Addison screamed as her entire body spasmed and shook with the contractions of the most powerful orgasm she had yet experienced. It was so powerful it frightened her. She was about to drift down from it, her heart hammering and her head in a hazy fuzz when she felt him pulling out of her.
“What…?” she asked, confused and wondering if they were changing positions. She didn’t think she could possibly handle much more.
