Chapter 9 – Renzo
Chapter Nine
Renzo
She’s so fucking tight that my body defies the clear commands from the logical part of my brain to remove my cock from Geralynn’s pussy.
I hate this dirty, low-class woman with her ridiculous fingernails and her soft…
warm… My body betrays me. I mutter out one softly spoken word which causes Geralynn’s pussy to clamp down harder around my dick.
“Tight…” I groan. It’s not fair. None of this is fair.
My eyes flicker to hers with rage as my cock slides all the way back inside her when I try to remove myself.
I can feel her depths, warm and soaking wet with a fluid that can only be my seed based on the consistency and based on the other context clues – like how easy it was for her to drag my dick inside her cum-filled pussy again.
She moans and I want to think she said my name. Her voice would sound so fucking sexy if she were moaning my name.
Horror courses through me as Geralynn’s pussy draws me closer.
I groan into her neck, partly due to physical pleasure but mostly due to emotional pain.
That dazed dream I had couldn’t have been a dream.
If it were a dream, I would have woken up alone, like I prefer to wake up after a night of drinking and especially a night out with my sister.
This is cruel. Fucking cruel. I groan out in horror again as my body remains pressed against Geralynn’s.
I should find her disgusting. She’s round.
Imperfect. Soft in all the places where she should have tight skin against her bones.
But fuck, she feels good. And this physical sensation confuses me entirely by nearly causing me to see her as… more.
I wasn’t dreaming last night. I enacted my darkest fantasies with Geralynn’s willing body. Parts of the dream crash into me, only causing my cock to stiffen between her legs. Our eyes meet and she gazes at me with complete horror as I pump my cock between her well-lubricated pussy lips.
The noise of pleasure I make after burying my cock inside Geralynn to the hilt ensures her fate.
After this, she’ll have evidence of how completely weak she makes me physically.
She will know that her body can’t possibly repulse me if she gets me this fucking hard.
I kiss her shoulder, then her neck, trying to find some part of her that will fill me with the disgust that I should feel by touching this woman.
Instead, my primal instincts break free from any sense of who I am.
I forget my duties and drive my cock in a slow, wet rhythm between Geralynn’s thighs.
I can’t get this woman pregnant, but all I want to do is indulge in the fantasy of knocking up this creature with my Italian baby while she squeals and moans in pleasure beneath me, forced to accept that the greatest dick she will ever get in her life will come from a man who she hates – and who hates her guts right back.
“I’m going to fuck a baby in you, Geralynn,” I whisper, letting the slow wet slapping noise of our bodies moving together fill my otherwise quiet bedroom. “I’m going to get your wet pussy filled with another load of my cum and keep you pregnant until you have to suffer and bear my child.”
She whimpers in dismay and seems to be giving me a horrified look when I realize why.
She’s close… I stare into Geralynn’s eyes with an expression that must look like pure hatred, especially when I slide my hand over her neck and slowly come close to choking her like I did earlier.
There’s hardly any pressure from my fingers, but as I fuck her into my bed with my hand around her neck, Geralynn gets close.
“You want to cum, don’t you?” I tease her. “You want my big white dick to fill you up, even if you act like you hate me…”
Her physical pleasure is obvious to me despite her struggle beneath me. Geralynn’s pussy tightens around my cock and I push into her deeper, matching her need for more pressure between her legs.
“Yes,” Geralynn gasps with a desperate need for me. Need that pushes me forward.
With one hand around her neck, I slide the other between her legs to touch her clit while I pound her into my bed.
“Cum all over my dick, little rabbit…” I whisper, taking pleasure in my physical domination over her and thrilled that it’s so easy for me to hide my own vulnerability. I’m close to cumming too – and I have more reasons to hate her and stay away from her than I can even count.
With a few deep thrusts that I control to hit Geralynn’s sweet spots nice and deep, I create enough pressure to push her over the edge. Those insanely soft thighs clutch my body close and she moans loudly as her orgasm steals away every last ounce of control that she might have had.
“You’re making me cum, little rabbit. You’re forcing me to fill your pussy up with my cum until you’re pregnant with a baby that will let me control you forever.”
She whimpers and then cries out as a stronger orgasm than before crashes into her. Geralynn’s nails sink into my ass cheeks and my cock drives even deeper into her wetness. I groan as I touch the back walls of Geralynn’s pussy and squeeze out cum from the first time we fucked and I forgot.
That’s my cum in there. She could already be pregnant.
I groan and lose what little control I had, grateful that I withheld my climax until Geralynn finished to make her believe that my orgasm was truly entirely within my control.
I couldn’t have lasted long in a pussy that tight. Why does it have to be Geralynn?
The guttural moan that wracks through my chest nearly causes my weight to collapse on Geralynn as my hips push her forward into the bed. She squeals and tries to shove my body away from hers as the first spurt of my cum erupts from my cock and I begin to paint her back walls.
“You fucking…” I growl with utter hatred for Geralynn.
My hips drive forward even more forcefully than before.
My desire for pleasure between Geralynn’s legs and the dark desire to continue fulfilling the dream fantasy that I thought would be confined to the dream world.
She moans and clings to me as my cock shoots another spurt between her legs.
“Don’t stop…” Geralynn moans. Why would she say that to me? I lose more control than I ever had before.
There’s more cum shooting out of my cock than I have ever released before. I clutch Geralynn’s ass and pull her against me. There’s so much more I could do with her… I groan and release the last few drops of cum between her legs. It feels so fucking good to cum inside her.
Once I finish, I gasp for breath and try to ease my cock out of Geralynn’s tightness.
It hurts to try to leave her and my heart pounds with panic as my body remains glued to hers.
I suck on Geralynn’s lower lip and bite down hard to force a scream out of her.
She arches her hips forward as pain sears through her body and I get the strength to withdraw my cock from Geralynn’s wetness.
Fuck, she feels so good. When I pull out of her and glance down at Geralynn’s face, reality smacks me hard. This might feel good but it doesn’t matter. It’s wrong. She’s wrong. My face contorts in rage and the desire to attack Geralynn and punish her for what she did to me surges in my chest.
“I’m going to kill you,” I whisper, running my hand over her cheek while keeping her pinned to the bed. “I’m going to slip into my kitchen and gut you like a sweet little fish for drugging me and stealing my seed. So I hope you enjoyed the best fuck of your life.”
I slide out of bed and spring across the bedroom towards the door, confident that within a few seconds, I’ll have a large Japanese kitchen knife pressed against Geralynn’s throat. Nobody can find out that I did this and Geralynn cannot have this vulnerability to hold against me forever.
My hand shakes as I grab my door handle. What the hell is wrong with me? I bend the handle or… I try to, because the handle doesn’t move. What the hell? I try the door again, but the more I shake and yank at the door handle, the more I come to the unfortunate realization that it’s locked.
This is worse than I thought.
Much worse than I thought. I turn around to face Geralynn, who I assumed would be right where I left her, lying in bed with my cum seeping out of her pussy.
This is what she wanted, isn’t it? Otherwise, she wouldn’t have drugged me.
My heart races. I don’t know if she drugged me, honestly.
I don’t remember shit. I can’t access memories.
I just know that we’re locked in my bedroom from the outside and Geralynn is…
Fuck, she’s in the bathroom. I have a large en-suite bathroom with a walk-in shower and a giant window that’s a couple stories off the ground and made entirely of impenetrable bullet proof glass.
Geralynn doesn’t know that it’s bulletproof, but she might suspect it’s a way out of the house. It’s not.
“Geralynn, get back here,” I growl at her, feigning some sense of control.
I walk towards my bathroom door and glance around.
She’s not there. I’m wrong. I whip around to look over my shoulders for Geralynn and see my miscalculation at the last second.
She leaps out of my closet holding one of my silk neckties and lunging like she wants to wrap it around my neck.
I let her wrap her arms around me, get closer to success, but ultimately, I will easily get the upper hand over Geralynn again…