Chapter 16 – Renzo #3
“I’m worthless to you, Renzo. Use your hand. I’ll count sheep and mind my business.”
My cock throbs against her ass. She tempts me towards the dark side again with her insistence on pushing me away. Why does she hurt me like this?
A dark thought enters my head. Use my hand? I strip the blankets back away from the two of us and Geralynn’s body relaxes once more as she foolishly believes I’m following her instructions to touch myself to satisfaction.
Instead, I raise my palm and land a hard, purposeful smack on Geralynn’s thick, tempting ass cheeks. She squeals. Loudly.
“What the hell is wrong with you!”
I pin her down by her lower back the moment she reacts, pinning her in place while she calls me a few insulting names. I raise my hand and smack her ass again. Geralynn doesn’t squirm this time. She waits for me to take a break and catch my breath.
“You are so fucked up.”
“Yes.”
“That’s why I’m drawn to you.”
“Silly,” I answer, holding my voice steady, despite her persistent efforts to make me crack by saying just the right words.
I don’t smack her again. I pause, because for the first time since we got trapped in this fucked up situation, I have some understanding of what allows Geralynn to submit to my strangeness.
“I’ve always liked broken things,” she says.
“Is that what I am?”
My chest feels like it’s about to explode.
There’s nothing more terrifying than being seen when you’re used to hiding in the shadows.
Her ass must be throbbing in pain. Something about smacking her while my cock presses against her ass and both of us engaging in this strange physical release seems to have drawn us into an alternate reality.
A more real version of ourselves exists here in this bed…
“Of course you’re broken, Renzo. But it’s strangely beautiful…”
I can’t do this anymore. I flip her over onto her back. I have to look into her eyes. I have to see her, and get closer to her… and get my dick all the way inside her. Geralynn gasps as I throw her onto her back and then pin her wrists over her head. Our eyes meet. It’s perfect. I need her.
“I’m sorry. I promise, Geralynn… I’ll be groveling for the rest of my life.”
Our bodies align in bed as I move against her.
I’m careful of her bump, but desperate for as much of her body as possible to press into mine.
I can feel her heartbeat and her softness.
My cravings become too strong for me to ignore.
I press my lips to hers and as our eyes close, and all we can do is feel each other, the head of my cock easily finds Geralynn’s soaking entrance and I slide inside her.
She moans loudly, probably because her ass still burns from where I smacked it and also because taking my big pierced cock in one thrust must hurt her. She feels tight. Soaking wet, but still perfectly tight and wrapped around my cock.
My hips sink into her as my cock strains to push deeper inside Geralynn.
Her tightness throbs around my cock. I haven’t felt so good in my entire life.
With her hands still pinned above her head by her wrists, I move slowly and fuck Geralynn in my bed with a yielding to my softer desires that I didn’t expect.
I planned on spanking her. On forcing my cock down her throat. Not this…
I’ve always liked broken things.
Of course you’re broken.
Yes. You end up that way if you grow up in a mafia family.
You simply see too much from a young age, and there’s the responsibility that your family places on you and the knowledge that your entire community relies on this natural order, where you must remain on top and in control at all times.
This drive to dominate others preceded me and always kept me separate from all other people except my twin brother, the only other person who could perfectly understand my situation.
Geralynn chisels cracks in the stone encasing my heart.
And she’s just so warm that my heart craves beating alongside hers and joining along with that perfect warmth.
I slide my cock into her nice and slow, enjoying the way her sheath tightens around my dick.
Each stroke moves my body closer to a climax.
I can’t stop kissing her as we make love and with each slow thrust, she joins me on the wave of pleasure building between us.
I need her to cum with me. One of my hands snakes between Geralynn’s thighs.
I’m close and I need to feel her milking the cum out of my cock.
Teasing her clit sends her over the edge easily.
Once my fingers slip around her lower lips and find that sweet spot, she pushes her hips to meet my fingers and I know that I’ve found the right spot.
I move my hips with one last thrust as I pleasure her and Geralynn climaxes hard.
I love the way her body feels when she cums. I bury my face into her shoulder and kiss her neck, sucking on her shoulder as my own pleasure mounts.
Her taste does it for me. I groan and push my hips forward, allowing myself to let go.
My cum erupts from my cock, spurting deep inside of Geralynn.
Even if she’s already pregnant, there’s a surge of arousal at the sensation of emptying my cum inside her bare pussy.
Mine. I’m claiming her as mine. I don’t pull out of Geralynn immediately.
Instead, I stare into her soft brown eyes and then kiss her while my cock softens between her pretty, soaking wet thighs.