When he lifted his lips from her nipple and ran his tongue along her lips before slipping it inside, she tried biting him to see how he’d react. “Be a nice sweet baby. If you make my lip bleed, how will I eat your sweet pussy later on? It’ll sting, won’t it? So you’ll only be robbing yourself.”
He didn’t raise his voice, didn’t sound in the least bit angry, and, most of all, he didn’t stop fucking into her as he said those words. He’s crazy, she thought. That was the only rational explanation.
Maybe the quarantine had driven him mad. Maybe he was usually a regular law-abiding citizen that the many long drawn out days of being cooped up inside had driven over the edge.
Chapter 6
She had no idea what time it was when she woke up again. She woke to him, untying her arms before moving onto her feet. “I’m going to take you into the shower, if you try to remove your blindfold I’ll punish you, don’t even let your hands move above your chest.”
He said all this in a calm conversational manner as if they were discussing the weather while he rubbed life back into her wrists and then her ankles. She’d stopped breathing at the word punished, but somehow the way he’d said it made her pussy leak.
Her skin flushed a dull red as he helped her up from the bed, carrying her in his arms to the bathroom where she could already hear the eater running. It felt odd not being able to see and having to use her other senses.
She could vaguely hear the movement of the other occupants of the apartment building going about their lives as usual, while just a few feet away, her life had been changed so drastically. It was surreal.
She jumped when his hand brushed against her side as he reached for the overhead showerhead. Seconds later, she sighed with relief as he held the warm flowing water right against her battered cunt lips.
He pulled her back to lean against his chest. “Hold this.” He passed her the showerhead as he reached for the soap and soaped up his hands, then soaped her breasts and stomach with a rich lather.
“Rinse your chest so that I can wash your pussy.” He said the words directly into her ear over her shoulder as she rushed to do his bidding. He was so tender as he washed her pussy, letting his fingers move gently over her sore flesh as he soaped her up.
Then he took the showerhead from her hand when she was done rinsing off her chest and washed out her pussy, making her sigh. He lifted her leg and massaged her clit with the pressure from the water, making her legs tremble as her blood heated up again.
He reached up and replaced the showerhead before bringing his hands back between her legs to fondle her pussy. Sore as she was, she spread her legs wider to let him have his way with her.
He nibbled from her ear to along her neck and shoulder while his fingers played with her pussy lips before dipping inside. He had three fingers thrusting in and out of her needy cunt, and she was soon pushing back into him, feeling his cock as it hardened against her ass.
He was still holding her leg over the crook of her arm and now stretched it out to rest against the closed glass door of the shower stall. “Don’t move.” The words whispered against the sensitive skin of her neck sent shivers down her spine.
He wrapped his arm around her middle, resting his hand on the flat of her tummy, bent his knees a little, and surged into her with his hard cock. She hissed as his cock rubbed against her sore walls, but the pleasure she felt as he fucked into her nice slow far outweighed any discomfort she felt.
She could not hold back the moans when he licked her neck and fucked into her, his cock bottoming out inside her as his hands came up to cup her breasts and fondle her nipples.
There was no way to hide the fact that it was she who was pushing back onto his cock trying to get more of him inside, which he gave her until his balls slapped against her ass and inner thighs.
Suddenly with a sound of frustration, he took her down to the floor of the stall, putting her on her hands and knees and with her hips held tightly between his hands fucked into her wildly.
Each sound he made sent shocks of delightful pleasure to her clit and her pussy juiced like a broken dam. She grew hoarse from her screams as she begged him to fuck her, no longer caring what that made of her. In fact, she’d stopped caring long ago, sometime in the night when her body had betrayed her, and he’d whispered how hot her pussy was for his cock, something she couldn’t deny.