“You’ve been tested,” I state. I know damn well every woman who comes into the auction house is tested and implanted with birth control at the distribution warehouse.
My hand wraps around my cock, and the slick sound of me pumping it with a copious amount of pre-cum fills the room.
She frowns. “Tested?”
Jesus, is she dense too?
“For diseases. They test all the women.”
Her eyes widen, and it would be comical if I weren’t so high-strung.
“I don’t have sexually transmitted diseases!” she snaps.
I can’t know that. After all, she’s a fucking whore, and as much as we try our best to prevent it, with the amount of usage the women have, it’s hardly a shock when some test positive, especially with some men uncaring where they dip their dicks.
The last thing we need is a politician or dignitary complaining about our stock.
Bending, I spit on her pussy, loving the way her folds gleam with my spittle. A gasp leaves her, and that little sound causes an electric current to zip up my spine. “Fuck. I’m going to enjoy every second of this,” I bite out.
She snaps her mouth shut, and as I continue fisting my cock at her entrance, I creep my free hand up her torso, relishing the way the softness of her skin feels against my calloused hands. She’s been well looked after, unlike some women who come into the auction, and for some peculiar reason, the notion has warmth gathering in my chest.
When I reach her throat, she gulps, and my cock jumps alive with excitement. My balls give a dull ache. A reminder to satiate my need.
I stroke the tip of my cock up and down her slickness and supply another stream of spittle onto her pussy, ignoring the fact that she needs more lubricant than I’m used to with the whores. Tomorrow, I will make sure she comes, but today, she serves me.
My hand coils around her neck, but there’s only a hint of fear behind her bright-blue eyes. It’s almost like she’sbaiting me, and with that thought in mind, I push my throbbing cockhead inside her hole.
“Fuck.” She’s tight. I push harder. “Really fucking tight,” I grunt, her pussy stretching around my girth, the sight intoxicating. “Jesus, fuck,” I rasp, inching inside. My eyes dart from the hand around her throat to the way I force my cock inside her, exposing her widening hole, which causes a rush of exhilaration to flood my bloodstream. Need and pleasure consume me. Possession ravishes every cell in my body, and my muscles bunch tight as I continue widening her slick heat. I bite into my lip to stop myself from releasing the roar desperate to erupt from me.
Her small body tightens beneath me, her peaked nipples beg to be devoured, and my fingers press down on her throat, bruising. The pressure in my body to release my darkness on her is becoming so intense I’m barely able to control myself.
When I push in deeper, her walls strangle my cock, clamping around me so tightly it feels like I’m molding her to my girth. My body reacts to the thought, and I rear back before plunging inside her harder. Her back arches off the mattress and she gasps for air, but I tighten my grip on her throat to restrict it, loving the way shock mars her pretty features. Then I rear back one more time before slamming inside her so forcefully she cries out, even with my hand coiled around her throat.
A gush of warmth floods my cock, and I almost come on the spot. Instead, I draw back, with an insatiable need to pound into her punishingly, and spot blood coating my length. Anger and annoyance surge inside me so fierce the devastation will be my damnation, and my blood pressure skyrockets to new sensational heights.
She’s a virgin.
I scrutinize the blood coating my thick cock, and it twitches, eager for more.
Correction, she was a virgin.
I tore through her innocence.
I made her mine.
A mirage of feelings swells inside me: anger, possession, betrayal, dominance, exhilaration, and ultimately pure unadulterated need strike through me at lightning speed. I rear back and thrust my hips forward, embracing the way her body becomes compliant one hard, unrelenting thrust after the other. The determination inside of me to make her mine, to make her remember it’s me who owns this body, controls it, takes from it, and cherishes it.
She claws at my chest, and I don’t know whether she’s pushing me away, pulling me toward her, or using me as an anchor; all I know is I’m not stopping. “You want this!” I growl. “You want this big cock fucking your pussy!” Her nails dig deeper, creating crescents on my skin as she uses them to attach herself to me, and I revel in it.
“Oh God,” she pants out, and clenches around me, and I hiss through my teeth at the vise gripping me inside her. “Oh God,” she gurgles through her struggling breaths, and a white-hot sensation licks up my spine.
My jaw falls lax; my balls draw up, and my slit widens. “Fucking take all my cum,” I roar into the room as sparks fly in front of my eyes. My orgasm hits me at an epic speed, the pressure so intense I choke on thin air and my cock shoots ropes of its thick cum with each pump of my erratic hips. “Fuckkk,” I bellow. “Jesus, fuck!” I gasp, and steadily drive into her.
Slowly, my orgasm dissipates, but that doesn’t stop me from pushing my hips against her again and again to milkevery drop of pleasure. By far, the most intense orgasm of my life, and she had to be a fucking virgin.
My body stills, and my hand drops from her throat.
The realization hits me like a Mack truck.
