He yanked me up by my hair.“Look at how much of a slut you are for my cock.Look at how you are unraveling around me!”he growled.
The reflection in the mirror haunted and excited me at the same time.
I had taken time to style my hair this morning, but it looked nothing like when I left home.It was a bird’s nest, and some strands were sticking to my skin.My lipstick was smeared, and my plump lips wouldn’t stop parting with a moan as he drilled me.My chest rose and fell, my boobs looking two times heavier than they would on a normal day.The way they strained so hard against my dress, I wouldn’t be surprised if it ripped soon.
And my eyes—fuck, my eyes.They were glassy, shining with tears of pleasure and burned with the need to be used anyhow he deemed fit.
It was the most submissive I had ever seen myself.
It looked like I was made for him.
He leaned in roughly, scoring my neck with his teeth.He sucked, bit, and licked as he fucked me, branding me as his.It was sick, twisted, and unhinged, but I lived for every bit of it at that moment.
I was insatiable.
“More ...more...”
“You want more?”His lips met my ear.
I moaned in agreement.
He slowed his pace, eliciting a whimper of protest from me.His cock teased my entrance, running up and down my cunt to make me shudder.Then he pounded back in, determined to wreck me.
“Yes!”I cried, biting my lips.
He released my hair, his hands reaching forward to cup a tit, rolling my nipple through my dress.I jerked against him, throwing my head backward.His fingers were enclosed tightly around my throat afterward, choking me tightly.
“So fucking greedy but never wanting to admit what you truly want.”He grunted, choking me harder.
“Whose pussy is this?”his voice was darker now.
“Yours, Luciano, yours.”I sobbed, writhing against him as he increased his pace like a madman.
I squealed, whimpered, and cried, but he didn’t stop ruining me.
“I need to—please, please.”I begged for it.
“Lying little whores never get to come.”He ran his fingers over my raging pulse.
“Please...”
“Please what?”
“Please let me come!”
“Tell me the truth.”
“I need your cock.I want it.Please.I’m your little slut.I’m a whore.Please let me come.”
“Then come for me like the good little slut that you are,” he murmured against my ear as he pinched my clit hard.
His words ripped me open, and I crashed from the chokehold of my orgasm.I was sure the entire shop heard me because of how loud I screamed.Luciano didn’t stop fucking me through my orgasm.All I could do was whimper.When he hit his climax, I found my second release crashing with his.
We stood there, breathless, reeling from the insane fuckery that just happened.
I had barely regained my strength when he pulled out of me.He was so cold, so quiet.His cum dripped down my thigh as I heard him zip up.Then Luciano did what I didn’t think he was capable of doing.
He walked out on me.
