No wonder she’d been in pain. I’ve never fucked anyone that hard in my life, never lost control like that with anyone, except her, today in the dining room. She wasn’t giving me the answers I needed as I stood there yelling at her; two sides of myself seemed to be warring against each other.
Something in me wanted to hold her, comfort her, and another part of me wanted to punish her for using me. The rain came down harder as I ripped her dress, the wind howling through the leaves and setting the Spanish moss to fluttering like gossamer curtains.
I looked down at her body, my jaw clenched tight, and knew that I was seeing her like this for the first time. That this afternoon was the first time, I’d been inside her body. I would’ve known had I had her before. I would’ve remembered the sweet tightness of her pussy as it gripped my cock. So what or who was in that video? Or which version of me had fucked her so hard and so often that she was in pain days later?
How could I have been fucking her all this time and have no recollection of it? Even as I asked myself that question, quick flashes of the two of us intertwined on the bed played through my head. Her cries and screams echoed in my head. I realized I was just standing there looking down at her naked body.
I smelt a scent, her scent, and something inside me yearned. I inhaled deep, and something wild sprung its leash. She opened her mouth to say something, but I dragged her much smaller body against mine and covered her deceitful lips with mine. I reached down and pulled the cushion from the lounge and dropped it on the ground before taking her down beneath me. There was a wildness now, something untamed, almost feral inside me.
My hands, for a moment, didn’t seem like mine; even my thoughts felt like they were splintering and fractured into bits and pieces. I released my cock and could’ve sworn that the weather kicked up outside, while beneath the old branches and cover of leaves and moss, we were somewhat secluded, protected from the elements.
But the thunder and lightning beat like a drum inside me, and when I slammed my cock into her, and she bucked and cried out as her pussy released its essence all over my shaft, I felt a sense of relief. This was me, not my grandfather or some specter she’d found a way to conjure, just me that she came for.
Still, that little victory was not enough to assuage the anger and violence I felt towards her. Her hips moved with mine as she fucked herself on my cock, lifting her hips in a wild dance as I bore down into her. When I looked down at her, the feverish glint of lust in her eyes set me off again.
She looked…. different. There was a look in her eyes for a split second that I did not recognize, while at the same time, I, too, felt not like myself. It didn’t last though this feeling, though the wind now sounded like something was trying to get in or get near, whichever, I’m not sure.
I fucked her hard, deep, and relentless, and somehow it wasn’t enough. And then the wildness came. Like heat suffusing my body from head to toe, that’s how it started. Something about the feeling seemed familiar, but I couldn’t place it. I tried to stay alert to see if I could unlock the mystery, and all the while, I was pounding into her, hard, fast, brutal.
I thrusted so hard, and so fast inside her, I thought I would break something. Our hips came together violently as her pussy flowed with her sweet nectar, whose bouquet mingled with that scent that had driven me mad.
I gripped her hips hard enough to bruise them while my teeth sunk into her nipple. I drove a finger in her ass after running it through her slit, and she howled and clamped down on my cock. “Release me!” I pushed my finger deeper into her rosebud, and she opened her pussy and let me breathe.
I flipped her over on her hands and knees and pulled her ass higher in the air so I could fuck her as hard and as deep as humanly possible. When she came like this from having me reaming into her belly, I flipped her back over and put her legs over my shoulders, another position that let me dominate her, have her completely under my control.
She took it, she took everything I threw at her, in her, and I recalled once again how she was bedridden with pain not too long ago. Did I fuck her like this? For how long? Before that one thought could settle, another one came, and then another and another; there was too much I needed to know.