Her delicate hands drift away from the bed. Slowly, in large sensuous circles, she rubs my cum into her skin as if it is luxurious body cream. There is so fucking much she smooths it into her hips, her waist, her breasts, and her neck. Then with her eyes fixed on me she pushes her semen coated finger into her pussy.
My dick becomes rock solid again.
“Believe it or not you’re the only woman I’ve ever been this greedy for,” I say, and diving between her legs, eat her sweet cunt for the third time.
Her hands reach out, grabbing my hair, pulling my face into her groin. I’ve taught her well. She knows that I’m here to give freely. Hungrily, I open my mouth and suck that whole peachy pussy into it.
I fucking can’t get enough of her.
Twenty-five
Sofia
Even though I am exhausted I am too excited to fall back to sleep. I close my eyes, safe inside the warmth and security of his arms, and I wait until his breathing becomes deep and even. Then I watch him for hours, unable to believe that such a magnificent man could want me this way. It seems too incredible.
When it is nearly morning I carefully slip out of bed and cover my nakedness. My whole body feels tense and restless as I stand over him. What will he be like when he wakes up sober? I don’t have long to wait.
He opens his eyes suddenly, almost in a panic. One moment they are closed and all is serene and still, the next his eyes are wide open and wild, and he is jack-knifing off the bed. I am too shocked to move. His eyes collide with mine, relief crosses his face, and he falls back onto the pillows.
“Did you have a bad dream?” I ask.
“Yeah.” He holds his hand out and I entwine my fingers through his. Mine are trembling.
“Do you have a hangover?”
“The only hangover I have is for your juicy pussy,” he says, his eyes closed, his mouth lifting up in a small smile. “Your smell is driving me insane.”
I blush madly. “So you do remember everything we did yesterday?”
His eyes open and he pulls me towards him. Catching me by my waist he lifts me back on the bed. He kicks the bedsheets away from his naked body. His erection is massive. He tugs my nightgown over my head and stares at my naked body.
“Sit on my face,” he orders.
With my knees on either side of him I walk up his body until I reach his mouth. Slowly I lower my sex over his mouth. He sucks and licks my pussy, and pushes his tongue in as far as it will go. Gently he nibbles the tender hood of my clit before clamping it with his whole mouth and sucking until I climax uncontrollably.
Grabbing my hips, he lifts me away from his mouth and says, “Now put my cock inside you.”
I grab the base of it and bring it to my opening. Staring boldly into his eyes I tease the tip of his cock on the lips of my wet sex.
“Fuck, Sofia. You’re killing me,” he groans.
And I smile. I have never had power. Not ever. Always everybody else controlled me, my body, my actions. For the first time in my life I feel powerful. Because of this man.
Jack
I run my hands greedily up her thighs, reveling in the smoothness. There are faint scars on the insides of them, but on the front, outsides and back they are like the finest silk. I look at her pale body rising over me and she is like a mirage. A shining patch of water in the arid desert that I have lived in for years. I still can’t believe I am in her bed.
We didn’t use a condom last night. And I don’t regret it. In fact, I’m glad. Nothing should ever come between us.
I bend forward and bite the nymph’s nipple.
I want to leave my mark on her body. I want to brand her. I want to forget that abomination on her back. She is mine. Only mine. No matter what it says on her back. She is MINE. MINE. MINE.
She fists my bare cock and starts to impale her hot, tight pussy down on it. Pure heaven. I don’t let go of her nipple. I suck it hard, and she groans as my cock travels deeper and deeper into her body. I know she must be sore from all the hard fucking last night, and I know it’s kind of primitive and uncivilized of me, but that is exactly how I want her. Sore and ruined for any other man.
That’s what I did. I fucked her rough and claimed her for me. For Jack Irish. She tries to lift herself off me. I grab hold of her hips and push all the way home.
She screams.
“You want this?” I grunt, pushing up again.
Her eyes snap to mine as her pussy clamps involuntarily. “Yes.”
I thrust hard. Yup. I get in there. Deep. I thrust even harder. Rougher. She begins to climax. Her legs are wide open and I have a front seat view to her orgasm. She clenches my cock and starts cumming hard on me. Her pussy spurting and gushing as I continue to fuck her. My shaft glistens with her juices. Just seeing her lose control makes me lose it. I’m gonna cum inside her again. I’m gonna fill her up.
I thrust one last time and empty into her womb.
I cum hard and it feels as if I’m unloading a shitload of sperm into her. I keep her plugged up for a few seconds while I lazily move my cock in and out of her. Then I ask her to lift herself above me and I watch my cum slowly drip out of her cunt in long strings. And … it’s a fucking beautiful sight.
Sofia
The way he watches me makes me bold and alive. As if I am intensely wanted. As if I am something precious. I’ve never been anything but a place where a man can slake his lust. This hole would do just as well as the other.
“Come here,” he says. I know he wants me to lie on his body. The first thought in my head is, his arms are going to go around me and he’s going to feel the uneven ridges of my scars. I reach for my nightgown. His hand reaches out and flings it out of the way.
“Why are you hiding from me?” he asks, frowning.
I shake my head.
He stares at me for a moment longer then he says, “Don’t.”
I just look at him.
“Turn around.”
“No,” I breathe. It would ruin what we just had. I’d rather he never saw it again. It was night before, it’s day now and light is creeping in through the shutters. It looks far worse in the day.
He places his hands around my waist, and his eyes glitter with a strange light. “Everything that is on your body belongs to me. That scar is mine too. Now show me my scar,” he orders, his voice steely.
For a few seconds I hold his unblinking gaze, then I turn around and close my eyes. His fingers touch my back and I jump. Slowly his fingers trace the letter N. Every muscle in my body becomes as taut as a guitar string.
“Relax,” he says, one of his hands cur
led firmly around my upper arm while a finger from his other hand finds the deep crease of the letter i. I want him to stop.
“Leave it,” I blurt out, jerking my body away, but not being able to move far because of his firm hold on my arm.
“Why? It’s just a scar. A bit of burnt skin and flesh.”
“He made me hideous. I hate him,” I cry.
His finger follows the curl of the next letter. “It’s only ugly if you think it is. He has no power over you. You are mine now and no man will lay a fucking finger on you while there is breath left in my body.”
I begin to sob.
He turns me around, and lifting off the pillows, he holds me tight. “Do you want me to remove it for you?”
I stop sobbing and stare at his kind eyes in disbelief. “You can remove it?” My voice is hoarse, shocked. I pull away from him. It has never even crossed my mind that such a big and ugly thing could be removed. I thought I would have to live with it forever.
“Yes. I will turn his name and memory into little scars that will fade with time until you can hardly see them.”
“Yes. Yes, I want that. Very much,” I cry.
He smiles. “I will schedule your surgery for next week.”
I hug him tightly. I can’t even believe something so wonderful could happen to me.
The phone ringing startles me. The outside world still exists.
“That will be Lena,” I say. “I better answer it or she will worry like mad.”
Twenty-six
Sofia
He lets go of me and I run out of the room buck naked. Yesterday such a thing could never have happened. I pick up the phone and say a breathless hello.
“Good morning,” Lena says.
“Hi,” I say.
“Did you have a good time last night?” she asks.
“Yes, it was lovely,” I say.
There is a brief silence, then Lena says, “He’s still there, isn’t he?”