“I couldn’t possibly go again,” I stated, hoping he’d take pity on me. My hope was washed away when his sinful lips went crashing into mine. He lifted and flipped me so fast, I didn’t get the chance to get up and run to save what was left of my pussy. The man was going to fuck me to death. I was sure of it. Was he punishing me or was he proving how much I didn’t know?
He positioned me on all fours, my stupid body conforming to his demands. My knees and arms were hardly strong enough to hold up my own weight. He used his shirt that he’d tossed earlier to wipe away the juices I was drenched in.
The ripping of another condom wrapper sounded. He cleaned his dick before sliding his length into the new condom. Instead of running, my hot ass stayed in position, staring back at him.
“You do understand, I’ve never had any of this done to me before tonight,” I pointed out, in case he’d forgotten.
Smack!
The loud lick he delivered across my ass was his reply. Next thing I knew, his mouth was on my pussy, and my damn body responded when I started dripping all over his tongue. What the hell was happening? Was my body repaying me for depriving it for so long? Once I was drenched, he aligned his dick and prepared to enter me from behind.
I needed my hands to hold my body up, so I was unable to defend myself or swat him away. I’d asked for it and was getting more than I had bargained for. He didn’t force it in. He eased his length in bit by bit, stuffing me so full I ceased all movement.
Like the deranged lunatic he was, once he was sure he had me slick and open, he started fucking me like I’d smacked the shit out of his mother after calling her a bitch. My loud screams, if heard, would have someone calling the police on us.
My arms shook with the force of his thrusts, and I used my last bit of strength to hold my body up. If I fell, I feared he’d split me in two. The slushy sound of my slick pussy, along with the sound of his dick beating up my walls, and his balls and hips slapping my ass added to the out-of-control lust levels in the room.
The heady smell of our sex perfumed the air, a drug that kept our lust levels on high. My legs and thighs shook and shivered as another orgasm bowed my sweaty back and sent shivers of lightning through my stomach before I was broken. My noodled arms gave out, and I buried my face in the mattress, allowing it to absorb my throat-tickling screams.
The rest of my body absorbed the hard pounding Dax was putting on me. Somehow, I survived it all until he came, cursing, and gripping my hips like his life was ending.
I couldn’t recall how I’d ended up on the bed in the fetal position, but it was how I was lying when my lids fluttered open to Dax standing above me sipping from a bottle of water. His dick stared as well: dark pink, semi-hard, and hanging between his muscled thighs with pride.
There was an expression on his face, as though he was deciding if he was done with me or not. If I ever needed a fucking blunt it was now. This was some life-changing shit that I’d been through, my mind relieved in one way and traumatized in another. I eased up on a shaky forearm and attempted to force my body toward the pillows.
“Let me help you,” he offered in a sweet tone as he took my elbow and assisted me into an upright position. My desire to punch him in the face for being sweet after what he’d done to me had risen. He sat on the bed facing me, his weight jostling my sore body.
“Take these,” he instructed. A glance at his open palm in front of my mouth revealed him holding two white pills.
“What are those?” My voice dragged like I was highly intoxicated.
“Ibuprofen. You’ll be sore. I’m drawing you a hot bath,” he announced as my mouth met his hand to accept the capsules. He must have noticed that my energy level was at zero because he lifted the water to my lips so I could drink.
Dax ended up carrying me to the bathroom and sitting me in a tub of fragrant, bubbly, hot water. He took his time bathing me as I struggled to keep my head lifted. The man had fucked me into a semi-conscious state. I was still fading in and out of consciousness when he dried my limp body and dressed me in a fresh T-shirt and panties.
He laid me down on his bed because mine was drenched in our juices. When he flipped the light off and climbed in with me, I didn’t have the sense of mind to string a few words of protest together. Instead, I shook my head, which didn’t do a thing to deter him. When the warmth of his body met mine from snuggling me against him, I didn’t have the strength to pull away.
He tucked my tensed body tighter against his, spooning me until I started to relax. He kept me pinned in his relaxing warmth until my breaths grew deep and my muscles released the tension I’d clung to. His warm breath brushed my skin before he buried his face in the back of my neck. The steady flow of his breath lulled me into a relaxing drift until sleep dragged me under.