“That was quite something to get your dick hard again so quick.”
The guy smiles back. “You’re so fucking hot, I could try round three if you like? Maybe I’ll get to round fifty if you keep milking me like that.”
We laugh together with my arms still wrapped around his shoulders, and I thought Ant would be laughing along with us, but his eyes are like daggers when I look over at him.
Biker guy must see it too. He pulls his pants back up sharp and makes his exit with nothing more than a see you around, but he won’t see us around. There’s no way Ant will ever let me see biker guy again, I see it in the glare he gives him when he walks away.
Ant waits until the door closes behind biker guy, waiting until we hear heavy footfalls on the stairs before he speaks to me.
“Sluts aren’t nice, Cass. They’re cheap and dirty. Don’t even think about being friends with these guys. These aren’t friendly fucking games.”
“I’m sorry…” I whisper. “I won’t do that again. I won’t be friendly to them.”
“They don’t want you to be nice to them, slut. They want a dirty bitch offering her body to whoever wants to use her.”
This side of Ant is a world away from the one whose hand I was holding on the beach. Staring up at him I wonder if I can love this side of him, truly, for ever, till death do us part. Another smile from him tells me all I need to know, and so do his fingers when he drops down on the mattress and pushes them back in my pussy. I’ll love every side of him, because he’s too irresistible to ever let go.
His smile drives me crazy. His words drive me insane.
“Now, let’s get the next round in your cunt, shall we? This one’s all from me.”
He twists me onto my side and takes me from behind, pulling my leg up and over him. We’re positioned just right for one of the cameras and Jesus, how he fucks me. His cock is the most savage I’ve known it as he pounds me.
“Four loads of cum in your pussy, bitch,” he whispers. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want it fucking all!”
The feeling of his cock is what I want, so I nod for the camera. “Yes, please.”
“Better than that, bitch. Tell me!”
“I want it! I want it all!”
“Good. Now rub your clit and feel how fucking wet you are.”
I do what I’m told, but my clit is sore, still throbbing from so much play. Ant must know I’m holding back because he curses at me.
“Play with your fucking clit or stretch your cunt for me, your choice, slut, but you’d better do it well. You give it your fucking best for me.”
Part of me hates his tone, but part of me loves it. It’s the push I need. We work together, him fucking me while I play, and we find a groove that works, both of us building and building. The rubber sheets are slick with sweat and spit and juices, and it helps. I’m on my way to coming when the De Chante really hits me and fucks up my senses, making me desperate for a pee.
“I need the toilet…” I whisper, hating it.
“You don’t,” Ant hisses. “Just take it. If you need to piss, then you piss right here. You’re not going fucking anywhere.”
He grabs my hair and whispers curses in my ear, telling me I’m a cheap little whore who’ll do what she’s told. He’s more aggressive than ever, pulling my hair so hard I cry out as he thrusts his hips like a beast. I hold it in as best I can, with his dick pumping as I work my clit, but I can’t help a burst of pee as Ant’s cock unloads the fourth load of cum inside my pussy.
“Good fucking girl,” he whispers. “Fuck yes, baby. That’s my fucking girl.”
His gasps are amazing as he slams his cum into me, sending me over the edge along with him. I’m flying high, knowing I’ve lived up to what he wanted, and my own gasps come along with his, my whole body thrumming.
Fuck, fuck, FUCK. I can hardly catch my breath, trembling on the sheets as the orgasm rips through me.
Nice Ant is back when he rolls me to face him. He lands a kiss on my lips with a smile and holds me tight.
“I knew you could do it,” he tells me. “That was amazing, Cass. You were an absolute fucking superstar, baby.”
This is madness.
I’m lying on a filthy rubber mattress, with four loads of cum inside me and a spurt of piss down my thighs, wrapped in the arms of the man I want to spend the rest of my life with and grinning like a fool.