“Please fuck me,” she breathed. I could hardly hear her voice this time. Her bottom lip quivered, and I lowered myself down so that I could kiss her. My mouth descended on hers in a gentle kiss just as I drew my hips back and lined the head of my cock up with her entrance. She gasped, but I swallowed the sound as I slid myself inside her for the second time that day.
It was just as good as the first. In that moment, I knew it would always be. I would never tire of fucking her, of stripping her bare and sinking inside her again and again until she screamed for me.
She was so impossibly tight. Her pussy clamped around me like a vise and she moaned, the sound low and husky and utterly intoxicating. I jerked my hips back and then slammed into her again. She gasped and clamped around me even tighter than before.
Fuck. This was absolute heaven.
I’d enjoyed fucking her from behind and seeing the marks of my belt all across her beautiful ass. I knew I’d fuck her that way again but taking her like this and seeing the look of bliss written all over her face as I drove into her was heaven.
I would sell my soul to be granted the privilege to see that for the rest of my life.
I released her nipple and drew my hand up to her throat, squeezing her lightly as I fucked her. I began gently with her, allowing her to get acclimated to my size for a minute or two before I started to increase the pace of my thrusts.
Her hips rocked in tune with mine, sweeping up so that I could drive even deeper into her. Before long, I was pounding into her, enjoying her cries of pain and moans of sheer pleasure. My pelvis brushed against her clit, and I pushed down harder as her sounds of desperation grew louder.
She was so close.
I slammed into her even harder, enjoying the way her pussy was clutching at my cock. She was clamping down so hard it felt like she was trying to push me out, but I was enjoying this too much to let her win.
She was going to come for me, hard enough for the entire building to hear her scream. My cock throbbed with my own desire, and I growled, just as she began to writhe uncontrollably. I fucked her roughly, knowing full well that she would be sore long after I was through with her.
This woman was everything. I was never going to let her go after this. She was more addictive than heroine and all the other drugs on the black market combined.
She was heaven and hell and everything in between.
I grasped her throat a little more tightly, and her breathing became shallower, her wails of pleasure growing louder still. Her body shook, slowly spiraling more out of control with every passing second.
“Are you going to come for me like a good girl? Nice and hard so I can hear you scream?”
“Yes, sir,” she wailed.
I drove into her with everything in me, wanting to feel her break apart all over me. Her eyes squeezed shut and her back arched clean off the bed.
She was a wild animal, bucking and moaning and screaming as I fucked her, driving her hips toward me so that I took her even deeper. Her legs seized around my waist and her cuffed hands fisted tight as she struggled through the intense ecstasy tearing her open from within.
My cock pulsed and my balls squeezed tight.
I let myself go.
My own pleasure welled up inside my belly, surging up and outward straight through my cock. I drove into her, roaring with my own release. She screamed louder as my seed spurted deep inside her, rolling at once into a second more powerful orgasm that had her whole body shaking.
The feeling of her legs trembling against my waist was invigorating.
My thrusts slowed to a more gradual pace, each one hard and deep. I drew out her orgasms for as long as I could. It took a while for her to stop shaking with the intensity of her release. When her body finally slumped down against the bed, I drew out of her far enough so that I could enjoy the sight of my seed leaking from her pussy for the very first time.
When she noticed me looking at her, her cheeks brightened with shame, and she quickly tried to close her legs. I slapped the inside of her thigh, making her yelp. She pouted as the shape of my hand blossomed on her pale skin, pink and vibrant.
“Don’t you ever hide yourself from me, Mila. You belong to me now and if I want to see my cum dripping from your sore well-used little pussy, then you will keep your legs spread for me,” I growled.
Her blush deepened at the same time that her nipples hardened into tight little peaks.
She could deny it all she wanted, but she liked it when I looked at her like this. I reached for her thigh, tracing the pink handprint slowly and she shivered. I took an extra moment to watch my milky white seed drip down her legs. Eventually, I reached up and unlocked the cuffs, taking each wrist and massaging it softly. There were a few light pink marks, but they would fade quickly.
I situated myself behind her and pulled her close, wrapping my arm around her waist and holding her tight. Her body was lax against mine and she hummed quietly with satisfaction.
I’d fucked the fight out of her, at least for tonight.
“I should clean myself off,” she whispered, but her weariness was apparent with every word that rolled off her tongue.