He grips his cock in his hand and rubs it from my clit down to my pussy, then back up again.
It's a tease I can't bear. I moan and lift my hips. Even though his size is terrifying, I need it.
My mind is slipping with that desire.
"You're my little whore, aren't you?" he whispers against my ear.
My heart races faster.
"I can't wait to thrust my cock into you and wear you like a cock sleeve. Your tight little body wrapped around my cock. Your pussy pulsing over me," he teases, still rubbing himself up and down over me. My pussy lips are so swollen that they are tingling. Just from his words, I'm about to come. He is dangerous and possessive and making me feel like a goddess.
Bardil looks me right in the eyes. Without realizing it, I hold my breath, and his smile is devious as he finally pushes his cock into me.
Just an inch. He pauses.
I can't. I can't do this. I need more. I need everything.
I dig my nails into his arms until his skin breaks.
He thrusts forward so hard I scream. His hand locks over my mouth with force. His cock plunges deep into me, and in that moment, I explode over him. My body convulses as the orgasm waves through me, over and over again.
I can't breathe. I can't even remember my own name, and Bardil doesn't stop.
He keeps fucking me.
His cock spreads me open, filling me up. His entire body is pinning me down, and even though I've just reached my peak, the moment it ends, my pleasure starts building again.
It's him. It's the way he moves. The way he holds me.
The way he takes control of me and everything else.
My mind is blank of anything and everything except for what he's doing to me.
His cock slides in and out, soaked in my juices. He grunts with effort and wraps his arms around my back, lifting my hips higher.
He releases his hand from my mouth and stands up, his cock still in me, my legs spread around him, with him holding me up as I arch backward, my hair brushing the table beneath me.
Bardil bounces me on his cock as though I were a toy. He pulls me and pushes me. Faster and faster, bouncing his hips against me. He wraps both hands around my waist and effortlessly makes me feel weightless as his monstrous cock plunges deeper and pushes me closer to the edge of pleasure again.
I gasp, fighting for breath and closing my eyes, trying to hold it off, but I can't.
The second orgasm locks my pussy over his cock.
The release is so intense, my body lets go and I squirt all over him.
"Oh fuck that's beautiful," he growls, his cock going rigid inside me as it gets impossibly bigger and harder. I open my mouth to cry out, but no sound comes out because my body is rigid as every muscle spasms.
Bardil explodes inside me, his fingers digging into my hips and his jaw clenched tightly.
From somewhere outside the room, we hear laughter. Several people are walking down the passage toward whatever VIP room they've booked for tonight.
"Fuck," Bardil chuckles, gently placing me down on the table.
I hurriedly pull my dress up over my shoulders, and he tugs his pants closed.
His cock is still hard when he clips his belt into place.
The laughter outside gets louder, and someone says, "This is the one. VIP eight."
