Chapter 7
APPRENTICE DICK
As I push into her again, her back curves seductively, and her ass sticks out, encouraging my animal efforts.
I ram in again, and again. The unique soft, wet slide and the pressure on my cock makes me yearn to make this last, and I go harder and snarl, and twist my hand in her hair, shift her to the side until she releases the wash basin, and I push her into the wall, still bent over but now I can take her without the basin jammed into her stomach.
The first thrust smacks in, draws a loud grunt from her. “You’re wetting my pants,” I murmur, smiling. My dick and my pants. I stop for a second to soak up the sight of me buried in her while she tries to make me start fucking her again, her legs muscles straining, shifting.
“Fuck. That’s hot.” I rumble into the side of her hair, breathing there as I jerk in and out, listening to her, feeling her, still trapped by my hand in her mouth.
She loves the roughness. Her fingers claw the wall, and she moans and huffs her hot breath over my hand with her teeth making firm dents and rocking to and fro as I smack into her body.
There are no further depths to her that I can reach. I grind on her and hear her beautiful sobs. She’s swallowed all of my cock. With my hand now wrapped about her face, she’s desperately sucking on my palm, on the one finger in reach of her mouth.
Desire is war. Desire, this need to crush and hurt her, it is war. Not kill. Am doing no killing.
That’s the order echoing. Just. The. Order. Nothing more. That was never about her.
I jam myself into her ten, twenty times, getting faster, more urgent, the lust roaring through me hot and nasty.
I have to pause with my mouth in her hair, groaning, biting her nape. To stop, with my balls full and bursting, my cock engulfed by her tight liquid heat. I’m straining not to groan and come and empty in her. Not yet.
There can be nothing like this to compare with, nothing on this earth like this world on fire feeling. Nothing in all human existence. I nudge her hair and cheek, then our mouths meet and I feel her delicate trembling, her feral, rough breathing as we kiss.
“More,” she croaks, squirming against me.
I laugh and engulf her mouth with mine. Then I withdraw completely despite her pleading, so I can redden her ass with a few bites and smacks. I hold her in place with my hands on her hips, admiring my marks on her despite the pulsing in my cock as it wobbles in the cold air.
For all of a few aching seconds, I resist the need to re-enter her, before I thrust in and jolt her forward to complete my destruction of this gorgeous woman.
She wraps her hands around the wash basin. It rattles as I pull out and slam in again, again, grunting, sweating, my cock pulsing. Her pussy walls clamp down onto me. She whimpers and cries.
How do I not…how do I keep hold until…
Her grunts and gasps match mine in a staccato symphony of filthy noises. I bang in, flesh smacking on flesh.
This time don’t lose her.
That thought carries me for a few seconds as I wonder what I meant, then the wonder of being inside her overrides all else. A flurry of rapid thrusts and I’m coming, I’m pouring myself inside her, holding her as if I will never let her go.