I reach between us, slowly sliding two fingers into her, my eyes boring into hers as she gasps. “I said, got it?” I move my fingers in and out of her, the pad of my thumb pressing against her clit.
She nods quickly. “Yes!” She leans in to kiss me, and I pull away from her mouth.
“I don’t kiss,” I reply.
She looks hurt, but I don’t give a fuck. “Don’t be silly. It’s just a kiss,” she says before trying to kiss me again.
“You do what I say, and how I say, remember?” I reply coldly, my fingers playing her body faster. “Now, be quiet. I don’t want to hear anything from you unless it’s your safe word, got it?”
She looks confused and hurt, but nods anyway.
I pull my fingers out and spin her to face the wall. I run my large hands up and down her body, gathering some of her moisture from between her legs and rubbing it against her asshole before slowly sliding a finger inside of her on my way up. She grunts and rears against me, but doesn’t make a sound.
“Good girl.” I press myself against her back, fisting my hard cock in one hand and wrapping my other arm around her waist to keep her still as I push against her tight, wet entrance. “I’m not a gentle man, Connie,” I growl into her ear, swiveling my hips so I dip the head of my cock in and out of her, teasing her body to perfection.
“But what I lack in gentleness, I make up for in pleasure.” I push myself all the way into her, and she gasps against the intrusion. I let my thickness settle inside her, allowing her tight pussy to adjust to my size. I grip her hips roughly in my hands and nip at her shoulder.
“Do you remember your safe word, Connie?” I ask.
She nods frantically.
“Tell me what it is.” I nip at her again, the head of my cock pulsing at her entrance.
“Titilate,” she groans as I start to slide out of her slowly.
“Don’t forget it,” I murmur as I pinch her clit between my fingers. She groans again, and I slide myself almost all the way out of her body before plunging back in to her depths. She whimpers and bites down on her fat bottom lip to stop herself from crying out as I begin moving inside her. I hold on to her hips as I thrust in and out of her harder and harder, trying to reach the peak of the mountain before the volcano erupts, before the hatred and anger that lives and breathes inside me ruins everything.
I fuck Connie, feeling her body engulfed in orgasm after orgasm as I thrust into her over and over, my dick so far inside her, we’re almost one person. I’m grinding my hips, swiveling them to hit every delicate fucking spot in her that will light her body on fire so it tightens around me and pulls the pleasure from me.
“Titi…” she starts to groan as her body shakes with another orgasm, her pussy squeezing me, milking my cock. “Titil…oh God, oh God!” she screams as I slam myself in so hard, I lift her off the ground.
I come suddenly as she trembles under the strain of taking so much, and she sobs and cries out loudly, her body squeezing every last drop from me. Milking my cock as I throb and shoot my cum like a fucking machine gun.
“Titilate! Titilate! Titilate! Oh God! Oh my God, titilate!” she screams out at the top of her lungs as I slide out of her body slowly, dragging my length along her already oversensitive pussy, and she unfathomably has another orgasm all on her own like a fucking champ. “Titilate!” she screams.
I’m panting and sweating as pleasure hums through every nerve ending just as Daniel and the two friends from earlier throw open the door.
“What the fuck?” one of them yells, his eyes going wide as he looks over at us. He has a knife in his hand, and he stares between Connie and I with a shake of his head before starting to laugh.
I cock my head as they continue to stare. I put my hands on my hips as I catch my breath and give a mock salute. The two friends cheer me on before turning and heading back out to the party with their girls trailing after them, clearly fucked out of their heads. Daniel drags a hand down his face and laughs.
“Fuck me, we thought you were fucking killing her,” he says with a dark chuckle.
I grin and look up at Connie, still hanging from the punching bag hook, her head to one side and her eyes closed, her pleasure sliding down her inner thighs.
“Fuck,didyou kill her?” he asks seriously as he comes farther into the room.
I reach up and unhook her before carrying her limp body over to the bed and laying her down on it. I place a blanket over the top of her to protect any modesty she might have left and check her pulse before looking back at him.
“She’s just passed out,” I reply before pulling the condom off my now flaccid cock. I tie it and throw it in the trash before grabbing my pants and boxers and sliding them back on.
“Another one ruined for the rest of mankind,” he mutters, and I raise an eyebrow at him in question. “They’re never the same once you’ve had them.” He turns and leaves the room, and I crack a smile as I button my shirt back up.
I check on her again before I leave the party. She’s still out cold, but her breathing is even, so I figure all the adrenaline and alcohol finally hit her. She’ll be fine. Nothing a good night’s sleep won’t solve, though she might be walking like she’s been fucked raw for a couple days. I make sure to leave her a glass of water and some aspirin on the nightstand, just in case.
I might be a bastard and heading out before she wakes, but I’m not a total animal.
My head is banging when I finally wake up. I crack an eye open, noting the sunlight streaming through the pool house windows, which means I didn’t even make it to my bedroom last night.
