She wants this aggression. The way she’s creaming on my cock tells the tale.
“Let me ask you a question, little girl.” I release he right wrist from where I have it pinned on the table. I wrap it around her delicate throat, instead. “Do you love fucking in spite of the fact that your pussy pays the mortgage or because of it?”
A moan bursts out of her.
Her back begins to heave underneath me.
The heaven between her thighs cinches up around me in a rhythm.
Her feet start to shuffle around on the floor.
“D-Daddy. Daddy?” she hiccups. “It’s happening again!”
Oh fuck. She’s coming.
She’s coming hard, too, her cunt grinding around me with a pressure that makes me temporarily blind. “Mother of God,” I belt out, walloping her now. Thrusting for broke. Entering her with so much aggression, her feet lift and lower to the floor with every stroke. “You make me a son with this load, little girl. Do you understand me?”
She tightens another millimeter. Screams. “Yes!”
And then I’m flattening her to the table to surface to keep her from flailing, her throes are so intense. Wetness rushes around my cock, squishing and dripping from her occupied hole, splashing onto me, and hell, the physical proof of her ecstasy makes me pop, my whole body convulsing and shaking as I spray down the walls of her womb with my sperm, rolling and grinding my hips to make sure every droplet finds the deepest regions of this angel.Myangel. By the time we’ve both spent ourselves, I’m hoarse from shouting and every muscle in my body is strained, sore.
I remain on top of her while we catch our breath, sweat drying on our bodies.
I turn my face into her fragrant neck, my lips begging to rub in her texture, but…
Do I deserve that?
Do I deserve to kiss and cuddle Billie after the way I’ve treated her tonight?
She might have found pleasure, but I reduced her to an object. A payment. And I get the sense that her body, and her attraction to me, betrayed her.
I swallow hard, not knowing what to do.
Do nothing, that’s what.
You wanted to put the girl in her place? You’ve done it.
Mission accomplished. Right?
When she starts to tense beneath me and a single teardrop roams down her cheek, the whole fucking world starts to crumble around me. In one unexpected motion, Billie jerks her body out from beneath mine, turns, and slaps me hard across the face.
I stand frozen, absorbing the blow of her hand.
The blow of seeing heartbreak in her eyes.
Oh God, what have I done here?
“Billie, I’m sorry.” The apology leaves my throat like broken glass.
“I never want to speak to you again,” she says in a halting whisper. Dizzy with denial, I reach for her, but the very possibility of being touched by me seems to horrify her and she flinches away. “Don’t ever put your hands on me again, either.”
“I’m sorry. You weren’t supposed to…”
“Supposed to what?” she sobs, pissed and devastated at the same time.
Seeing her like this is like having my throat slashed.
Who could hurt this incredible girl so badly?
