Sliding down my front, Anthony’s fingertips circled my clit roughly as he drove down my throat, and tears stained the light-blocking mask that covered my eyes. Spasming wildly as he brought me into another climax, my eyes rolled in their sockets while my lungs tightened in my chest.
The fire that engulfed me turned white-hot as he threatened to suffocate me, and he pulled out of my mouth roughly to leave me gasping for precious air.
Silky soft skin burned my nose and chin, and I took heaving breaths before Anthony thrust down my throat. There was no time to recover, and the abyss around me spun wildly as he abused my mouth. Thick, wet fingers drove into my channel, giving my walls something to squeeze as I undulated and clenched with all my might, and stars burst in the darkness behind my mask.
Rubbing my clit furiously with the butt of his palm, he snapped his hips again and again before jerking back again to let me fill my lungs.
Twisting and curling, Anthony’s thick digits gyrated against my channel while he shuffled to the bottom end of the table. Expectation turned me into a quivering mess, and I desperately wished I could see his face as he stroked my slit roughly.
But it was better this way.
“Scream for mercy, Hailey—” Nothing more than a feral snarl, Anthony’s command rippled up my channel and my spine, and I rasped a loud moan. He gripped my thighs with bruising force to ram the bulbous head of his cock past my entrance, and time itself stopped.
I didn’t realize how big Anthony was, and my breath caught in my raw throat before I let out a paralyzing shriek. My walls tore from the suddenness, from his sheer size and girth and rock hardness, and his punishing, brutal pace threatened to tear me
in half. Abdominal muscles I didn’t know I possessed tightened, my cavern clamping down on his cock as he forced himself as deep as he could.
Pain ripped up my abused throat as I belted out shameless screech after screech in time to Anthony’s thrusts, and he was reduced to base snarls and growls. Each sound I made was cut off by the next thrust that jarred my pelvis, and I screamed for something—but it wasn’t mercy.
It was more.
Stiff fingertips pinched and jerked my nipple, and I buckled under the weight of what Anthony forced on me. Tears flowed freely to dampen my mask, and sobs wrenched from my throat between the blood-curdling shrieks that welled up from the very depths of my being.
“Fuck, ah, fuck!” Anthony’s guttural, toe-curling snarl washed over me like a wave of ice, and I expelled a wheezing yelp when his hips slapped against mine and stuck there.
“Oh-shit-yes-s-s-s…”
Fire burned my insides as Anthony pumped his load deep, and I shivered uncontrollably. Hoarse, soft whimpers scraped my throat as I struggled to fill my lungs under his bracing palm against my lower sternum, and I hiccupped wildly between unstable breaths. Pulling his cock out completely in one, swift moment, he stomped heavily towards my top side.
The entire room rattled violently when Anthony dropped to his knees, and he peeled back the mask with trembling fingers. I could barely make out his silhouette beyond the tears and black spots that assaulted my vision, but I knew it didn’t matter.
He looked into my eyes, and paused.
“I’ll get a cab to the airport. You rest, Hailey.” Grinding the words through clenched teeth, Anthony’s voice weakened every muscle in my body. He snatched his pants from the floor to climb into them with his shoes still on, and I sunk into the table top. My tears fell in force when he rushed out of the room, but they weren’t sad tears.
They weren’t even happy tears—they just were.
There was no ‘See you next time’ or ‘I’ll stay until I know you’re okay’. There wasn’t a soft, tender gesture at the end. Anthony didn’t cast me a final, longing look like a character in a book. Hell, we’d probably never see each other again.
Slowly but surely gaining my mind back, tiny piece by tiny piece, I stared blankly through an aching, watery gaze at the wall.
Anthony didn’t leave me feeling degraded or humiliated. He didn’t leave me feeling anything at all. I was empty but for his cum seeping from my entrance to dribble down the edge of the table. The taste of his cock on my tongue frazzled my taste buds, and my body ached and throbbed hotly from the roots of my hair to my toes.
But there was nothing emotional swirling behind my ribs.
“Hailey…?” Sam’s gentle, cautious call caused my heart to stutter dangerously, and the chink of his switchblade flipping trilled in my ears as if coming through a long, wide tunnel. His deft, practiced fingers released my legs first, and I slipped forward on my own sweat as the tension around my neck gave way. “Oh—fuck!”
Lunging to keep me from face-planting into the pole that secured my wrists, Sam wrapped his arms around my torso to cut the rest of the ropes. The burning sensation as they fell away from my chafed skin was dull compared to the pain in my abdomen.
“It’s okay, I got you. That guy did this in just 20 minutes…” Mumbling more to himself than me, Sam gathered me up with ease to grumble almost inaudibly. “He just left, too… what an asshole—leaving you like this.”
“N- no-o-o-…” Slurring heavily, I winced hard when Sam jostled me in his arms and agitated my ruined insides. “I am p- pe-… f-f-fine…”
“If I get cum on my shirt, you’re paying for the dry-cleaning. I thought you were smarter than this, Hailey—you should’ve used a condom.” Sam’s gait rattled my bones and everything around them, and his chiding declaration bounced around inside my skull. My eyelids popped open, breath hitched in my throat as realization washed over me.
We didn’t use a condom.
I’m ovulating tomorrow.