“What happened, baby. Tell me.”
“I threw up on him and he sent me home.” I don’t want to tell him because I don’t know what he will do. My lip must be trembling because he doesn’t believe me and his hands are holding my face and forcing me to look at him.
“Slodki aniol, tell me. I know when you are upset.”
My shoulders slump because I can't hold it in. I am so scared and exhausted from trying to fight him and figure out everything else. I have no energy left. “He asked me to pull up my skirt and show him m-my..”
“I am going to fucking kill him,” he mumbles into the side of my head as he cradles my head. The anger in him is tangible. It is wrapping itself around my waist, keeping still as I try to calm him now. He pulls me into his chest and tells me he will protect me, but how? He can’t go to work with me. “I am going to fix it, baby. I swear you and my son are going to be safe.”
The look in his eye can only be construed as lecherous and dangerous. I shudder thinking about the things he is capable of that I had no clue was inside of him. I should have thought about that before I got pregnant I guess. “How can you promise that?” I ask him, crying into his shirt.
“Look at me.” When our eyes meet I see the truth in them but thinking about how he is going to keep the promise makes me shudder. “You have to trust me, Aisling. I know you have learned things that have rocked you and you don’t know what to think, do or believe, but if you doubt anything, never let it be my love for you and our son.” Shit. I have been doing such a good job of keeping it together in regard to us, but right now, my defenses are heightened and emotions high, I have nothing to guard against this feeling of love and need.
“Make love to me, Jozef.” I just need to feel him inside of me, his weight on top of me, covering me, protecting me. I don’t want to think about anything for the rest of the day but that.
“You never have to ask for that baby. Now be my good angel and take everything off. I need to see you.” he stands before me like a god, his hands moving to take out his cock. I watch as he strokes it up and down. The angry red head of it, winking at me as it drips down his shaft. My mouth salivates remembering how it tastes having it at my mercy. Wiping his finger through the milk dripping from it, he brings it to my mouth. “Remember, baby.” I lick his finger, moaning as I frantically rid myself of my clothes.
The lust in his eyes and inside of me, is unparalleled. “Aww shit. Look at how beautiful you are. Those fucking tits I love sucking and biting, like my favorite lollipop. Spread your legs. Let me see my prize.” I do as he commands and show him what only he has tasted and taken.
“Jozef, please.” I feel like I am going through withdrawal. My eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Open your eyes baby and look at me.” My eyes blink before they connect with his.
“You know what to do, baby girl. Show me.” Shit. I still haven’t done it. He stops stroking clearly proving a point to me because I haven’t done it. “Show me baby. Put us both out of our misery. Show me how much you need it.” My hand slowly moves down my stomach. I lick my lips, knowing I am driving him out of his mind.
“Jozef.” I cry out when my fingers part the lips of my pussy. Even just that touch is too much.
“It’s ok, baby. I feel the pain too. Give me what I want, and I will give you what you need. Now SHOW. ME!” I split the lips wider, gasping as I touch the sensitive parts of myself. I dip my fingers inside, rubbing them up and down, moaning and thrusting.
Pulling my fingers from between my legs, he brings them to his nose. “Jesus, baby, you still smell like fucking sugar cane.” Moving between my legs, he falls to his knees. Spreading my pussy open, he rubs his nose through my folds, teasing my clit, lapping at me. I grab his head pulling him further into my pussy, fucking myself on his face. I growl, pissed he has moved with getting me off, but then I feel him right where I need him.
He spanks my clit with his cock, tip fucking me over and over, dipping the head in and out of me.