Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
O nce you got past the tip, the burn wasn’t so bad. At least from what I could tell. They usually stopped crying by that point. And I don’t mean full-on sobbing. I wasn’t an asshole. Just currently fucking one as a few tears formed at the corners of her eyes.
Shit was painful. I had no doubt about that. But with that came the pleasure of me coming at her from both sides, my thumb on her clit and my dick in her ass, so that she was locked between two different sensations that somehow worked together to stimulate nerve endings she didn’t even know she had. Because as much as she bucked against me at first, she leaned into me now. Meeting me thrust for thrust. Her hair wild, back arched, and thighs trembling.
I closed my eyes as the sweat beaded over my forehead before dripping onto my nose. Dropping my hands to the curve of her waist and forcing her against the mattress again. My orgasm was close, her next one was closer if the rhythm of her breaths was anything to go by.
I knew the moment it hit her. She’d had enough of them tonight that I recognized the way her body went limp. How the shivers traveled across her skin and had her convulsing before she went perfectly still. A tiny sigh would part her lips until one side of her mouth tipped up into the makings of a smirk. Like a kid whose hand had been caught in the cookie jar.
Another slap to her ass had her jerking backwards as I tugged her closer, my fist wrapped around her hair, and rode out my own orgasm. I couldn’t describe the feeling if I wanted to. No words seemed right when it came to explaining how those rings of muscles clenched around you almost like they were trying to hold you in place. Like they were in a fight for their life and strangling your cock was the only way to survive. Like your soul left your body the moment your cum did the same thing.
An extended orgasm was God’s gift to mankind. I had no doubt about that as two more spirts exited my tip and splattered across the girl’s back. I reached out a hand and drew a little heart with my fingertip—it was my favorite suit. The queen of hearts knew how to treat a guy. Then I pivoted on my heel and went in search of a towel.
Had to clean myself up if I planned on fucking her cunt next. And there was no denying that that was exactly what I was gonna do next . It was the last item on my checklist. The last thing we were gonna share together before we never saw each other again.
Unless this little molly was dumb enough to try her hand at another round of poker at one of my tables. Could only hope she had enough cash on her if she did, though. Seeing as she was one hole shy of having nothing left to offer me anymore.