Chapter 8 Aureo
EIGHT
AUREO
Ihad died. I had died and I had gone to heaven. That had to be the case, right? Because fuck, there was no way on Earth I was anywhere close to hell if this is how good it felt.
Phoebe moaned around me as I filled her aching pussy. My dick was so slick with her cum that it coated my length entirely. I swore I started seeing stars when she clenched on my length.
“Fuuucckkkk,” I moaned, grabbing her hips roughly. I only hoped that I would leave bruise marks on her flesh. I had fantasized and jerked off to this girl more times than I could count on both hands. I had done the absolutely crazy, insane notion of picturing her while I fucked other girls.
It didn’t matter. None of it had felt this good. I practically felt a lightning bolt zap down my spine.
I pushed her down by her neck, forcing her head all the way down onto the dirty bar floor.
Realistically, I knew she was probably pressing her cheek into dirt, spilled alcohol, and whatever mysterious substances fell onto bar floors, but I couldn’t give a single flying fuck. I needed this. I needed her.
Most of all, I needed her to know who she belonged to now. Even if that meant I needed to shove her face into a dirty floor.
Her filthy, muffled moans dragged into the air as I started moving, shifting my hips to get as deep as I possibly could.
I thrusted into her hard, wrapping my fist around her onyx strands again, forcing her into the floor even more as I mounted her sweet body.
Her entire body shook with the thrust and it was all the motivation I needed to properly ruin her over and over again.
I pumped into her over and over again, moans and slick sounds filling around us.
My teeth sawed into my bottom lip as pleasure racked throughout my core.
“Do you like that, you filthy slut? Is this what you needed? Did you need to be filled to take that little ache away?” A garbled moan met me in agreement. A dark chuckle left me as I relinquished the grip on her neck, tugging the panties out of her mouth.
There would be other nights that I would edge and tease Phoebe with a proper ball gag for hours. Tonight? I wanted to hear her beg.
I was only rewarded for doing so. “Fuck,” she moaned. “Fuck, yes. Yes, Aureo. Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop. It feels so fucking good. You feel so good.”
“Yeah? Tell me what you like. Tell me what you want, dirty girl.”
“You,” Phoebe sobbed, clawing her wine colored nails—the color of her now ruined lipstick—into the ground as if she were trying to break into the building’s flooring itself. “I want you to use me, fuck me, and hurt me however you please.”
I groaned loudly as I thought about all the things I wanted to do to this girl. She was so fucking lucky we were on her daddy’s bar floor instead of my bed. In the proper setting, I would belt her until her ass was covered in lines and welts—maybe even blood if she craved it.
I settled on slapping her ass as I thrusted into her repeatedly, leaving fat, red hand print marks all over her flesh. Her skin was fiery red as I continued to abuse her. I couldn’t tell if the sounds coming out of her mouth were moans or sobs, but I relished in it, nonetheless.
“This ass is mine, Phoebe. Do you understand me?” I growled. She mewled in response as her pussy fluttered along my length. She was close. “Do you fucking understand me?”
“Yes!” she shouted.
“Yes, what? What do you understand?”
“Please, Aureo. I want to come so fucking bad. Please don’t make me say it.
” Hearing her words, I stopped, hips pressed fully against hers.
I wasn’t big enough to hurt her but I pressed my weight into her all the same, forcing myself and my swollen tip as deep as it could go.
Immediately, she whined and begged, pushing herself back onto me to try and fuck herself.
I smirked, dragging my hands away from her throat and underneath her.
I pinched her nipples in between my fingers and twisted before making my way to her clit and rubbing softly.
The pads of my fingers just barely brushed against my own length and it was a miracle I didn’t blow into her.
Her breath hitched and her body grew tense as I played with her.
“You’re going to tell me what I want to fucking hear or you’re not going to come,” I whispered roughly.
“No,” Phoebe whined. “No, please. Please let me come.”
“Tell me what I want to hear, little girl.” I rubbed at her bud faster, forcing her legs to shake. I wasn’t going to force her to spell it out for me this time. I wasn’t going to yell at her. I was simply going to make her brainless.
“Fuck,” she panted. “I’m close, baby. Yes! Don’t stop.”
I laughed, slowing down. “I’ll do whatever I want. You seem to forget who is in charge a lot.”
“Why do you hate me?” she whined, bucking back into me again.
“Hate you? Oh, baby girl. Why can’t you see it? I’m fucking obsessed with you.”
Her entire body shuddered at the sentiment as the word vomit followed. “Fine! Fine, I’ll fucking say it, you asshole. I’m yours. I’ll be yours. My ass is yours to do whatever you want with. Just, please, let me come. I’ll be good. Please, Aureo.”
I thank whatever God I can every day that she wasn’t able to see the smile that lit up my face from her words.
My left hand squeezed her thigh as hard as I possibly could as I started fucking her again, thrusting insistently while rubbing her clit at the same time.
Her head snapped back as pleasure coursed through her, showing itself in her moans all the way to her legs trying to spread and shift all at the same time.
I placed my left hand on her head, forcing her down again, and tugged the belt to restrict her airflow more.
I didn’t want her to have any control at that moment.
I would give this girl the world one day, but in that moment, she was just a hole for my pleasure.
And fuck, she was fucking gorgeous when she was desperate.
“C’mon, baby,” I growled, rubbing her clit in furious circles. “Come for me. Come all over my cock. I got you.”
“Fuck, fuck! Fuck, yes!” she screamed with her panting mixing in to her chorus.
Her orgasm wracked throughout her body wildly, forcing her eyes shut as she ground her cheek into the cold floor.
Her mouth popped open, forcing me to see stars the moment her tongue started peeking out like she was a cam girl in a teenage boy’s favorite film.
Groaning along with her, I warned her, “I’m going to come.
I’m going to blow for you, little girl. Where do you want it? ”
“In me,” she nearly pleaded. “Come in me baby!”
Fist still in her hair, pinning her fragile body, my back bowed as an orgasm climbed its way through me.
Heat coursed through my entire body like heroin did from an addict’s favorite needle.
I ground my teeth together as it hit, pumping my hips into her even harder, filling her with as much cum as she could possibly take.
Whimpers left her as I pulled out, only to spread her with my fingers, watching as the cum seeped out of her and started dripping onto the floor.
So many thoughts wire themselves through my skull.
She was gorgeous when she leaked what I gave her.
She was mine.
And, importantly, I was most definitely going to clean that couch, floor, and whatever else we had touched before her father paid his dear strip club a visit.
Hell, I may need to just build him a new club now.
That girl was mine.
Our story had just begun.