He closes his eyes tightly and looks up like he’s praying as he speaks.
“I am not a gentle man.”
“I don’t want gentle. I want real. I want something I can hold onto later when I’m forced to be with my husband.”
His eyes flash dangerously as he moves his fingers across the lace and over one of my nipples. It peaks hard, the fabric just barely covering it, and a small moan escapes me.
“You are going to hate me,” he whispers as he pulls both straps down bearing my naked breasts to him.
“I could never.”
He sucks one nipple into his warm, wet mouth before doing the same to the other. My fingers run through his hair as my body explodes with the sensation.
“Please,” I moan out, wanting more.
I don’t even know what I’m asking for but I don’t care. I want more of whatever he is willing to give. He pulls the rest of the fabric down my body before tossing it on the ground and lowering his head between my legs. It happens so fast, I don’t have time to react before his mouth is on my pussy, his tongue swirling up and around my clit before heading down and pushing inside of me. The feel of his mouth and tongue moving against me at that perfect pace send me tumbling in a matter of minutes. My orgasm slams into me hard and fast. It’s nothing like I’ve ever felt before and it’s only then, in this moment, that I truly understand the words I’ve only ever read in my books.
Frankie’s mouth comes down hard on mine as he kissesme, allowing me to taste myself on his lips. I’m so caught in the moment that I don’t even realize he is already naked until his long, thick cock is rubbing up and down the slit of my pussy. He coats himself in my juices as he rubs against my sensitive clit and I shamelessly grind back against him. His hand wraps under my neck and grips the back of my hair so tight I’m forced to open my eyes and look directly at him as he pulls my face closer to his.
“You are going to hate me,” he says again as he lines himself up with my pussy. “But right now, I don’t care as long as I get to have you like this. Just remember that I let you make this choice, Datura.”
Then he slams himself inside me in one thrust, bottoming out. I don’t know what kind of noise comes out of me or him. All I know is the sounds I hear are animalistic. The pain is sharp and deep…so deep, I swear I feel like my insides are on fire.
“Stay with me, baby,” he says as he kisses the tears streaming down my face. He pulls out again slowly before pushing back inside again and making me wince. His fingers come up between us, rubbing my clit as he kisses his way down to my nipple and sucks one into his mouth again. There’s so many sensations running through me right now and my brain is on overdrive. Every thrust feels more slick, less painful, and something else. It’s like something is building inside me. I rock my hips against him as he moves in and out and I hear him growl out as he presses his forehead against mine.
“That’s it, Datura. Te sientes maravilloso. This pussy was made for me. So fucking tight.”
His fingers move between us faster and the feeling inside me intensifies. It builds and builds before exploding from me in waves.
“Fr…,” I try to moan out but I’m cut off by his hot mouth on mine, swallowing my pleasure as he thrusts in and out of me harder. I’m so blissed out I barely hear the banging of the headboard against the wall or the hard slapping sounds of his skin against mine. I don’t care. It feels too good. It’s pleasure and pain all mixed together and I can’t get enough. Another orgasm builds and explodes, making me clench down hard.
“Fuck, Datura,” he groans out as he slams into me one last time, pumping his seed inside me.
We are both breathing hard as he pulls himself out of me and leans back just enough to see the mess we’ve made. I look down to see blood coating his cock, embarrassment turning my cheeks red. When he looks back up at me, he doesn’t look grossed out at all, he looks ravenous. He picks me up quickly, causing me to yelp, and carries me to the bathroom.
“I’m on birth control,” I say suddenly out of nowhere, wanting him to know he at least doesn’t need to worry about getting me pregnant. My uncle had me put on birth control as a precaution in case I was ever kidnapped.
“I know,” he says as he holds me with one arm while turning on the shower with the other.
I want to ask him how he knows, but I don’t have time. The minute the water reaches the temperature he likes, he walks us straight inside the shower and presses me against the wall before sliding himself back inside of me. It still hurts but less than it did the first time. Now it’s more of a dull ache as he thrusts in and out of me, this time at a slower pace than before. It’s less urgent this time, like he’s trying to savor every moment inside of me. Like he knows that tomorrow it won’t ever happen again. Blood and cum and water slide down our bodies and I watch them swirl down the drain in awe as he grips my hips tightly.
“You like that, Datura? Too watch your innocence slide down the drain as it mixes with our cum?”
I nod, his dirty words turning me on even more, that familiar buildup starting again deep inside of me.
“Say it,” he says, gripping my jaw as he drags himself out of me before pushing back in, slow and deep.
“I…I like it.”
“Chica muy buena. Such a good fucking girl.”
He continues to torture me slowly, as my orgasm hovers just out of reach.
“Please…I need more.”
He chuckles as he starts to move faster.
“Fuck, Datura. You can have whatever you want…but you can never leave.”
