19. Axel
Axel
I know I told her this wouldn’t hurt me, but I was wrong. She’s so goddamn fucking tight, I’m worried she might actually squeeze my dick off. I felt the barrier break as I drove into her and her resulting gasp and shriek tells me it wasn’t pleasant.
Before I start to move, she grits her teeth and slaps me again.
I grab her wrists and lift her arms above her head, holding them there with one hand as I pull back and quickly bottom out again. “I should flip you over and take your virgin ass for that, but I want to watch you while I take you. I want you to watch me take you.”
“Fuck you,” she groans and then proceeds to spit in my face.
“If you think that will deter me, you’re mistaken. I’m not afraid of fluids, baby,” I chuckle while using my other hand to press her head to the side and into the cold metal of the truck. “You know… like how you’re currently coating my dick with your virgin blood.”
Leaning into her with all my weight, I start to shift and piston my hips, slowly at first, relishing the delicious friction of her walls against my shaft.
She continues to groan under my hand, but I’m pressing in a spot that effectively prohibits her from speaking.
Good.
There’s nothing she could say to stop this now. The way her cunt is contracting and fluttering around my cock tells me she doesn’t want it to. I’m proved right when her hips start to buck upward to meet me halfway.
“This cunt is mine now, Wrinley. You want to be a desperate whore, you can be my desperate whore and no one else's. There will be no one else for you now.” I’ll consider the moan she just let out as agreement.
Her muscles tense underneath me as she makes a weak attempt to kick me and I laugh.
“Fight it all you want. It makes me harder when you do.”
I move faster and release her mouth to pinch her nipples, one and then the other.
“You’re a–” she starts to likely call me an asshole, but is interrupted by a moan.
“”I know I am, baby,” I tell her. “But your cunt is damn near cutting off the circulation to my cock. Please… tell me how much you hate me now.”
“Oh god,” she moans again, her eyes rolling back in her skull.
“That’s right. I am your god.” I drill relentlessly into her and her mouth falls open in response. When her pussy starts to clamp down on me, I know she’s close. Which is good, because I’m not far behind her.
“Come for me, Wrinley. Pretend you’re a good girl and come all over my cock.”
Mere seconds later, her back is bowing off the metal as she begins to writhe underneath me chasing and riding the wave of her orgasm.
As soon as she comes down, my eyes close, my balls draw up and I bottom out one last time, where I release hot jets of my seed as deep inside her as I can get.
When I open my eyes, she’s looking right at me with what appears to be a mixture of awe, disdain and… affection.
The rain comes to a halt just as I free my cock from her cunt, and a lone ray of moonlight starts to peek through the clouds, breaking whatever spell we were both seemingly under.
I run my thumb along her slit just as my cum begins to escape.
Even in the low light of the evening, I find myself mesmerized at the evidence of what we just did.
This woman… mi adicción. After this, I don’t think I could let her go if I tried.
I slowly gather what I can of my release and push it back into her as deeply I can.
If I end up binding her to me forever… so be it.
“I still hate you,” she whimpers, the lie almost convincing.
I tuck myself back into my cold, wet jeans and lock my eyes on hers. “I know.”
Wrinley
I’m not a virgin anymore.
It’s the only thought running through my head, on repeat, as Axel’s truck glides across the pavement leading to my apartment building.
It took more than a few words on his part to get me into the cab of the truck and now we’re both just sitting here–in silence.
If the scowl on his face is anything to go by, he’s clearly still processing what went down.
Hell, I know I am. I can’t help but wonder if he regrets it.
Despite the ache in my vagina radiating straight through my throbbing uterus, I don’t think I regret a moment of what we just did.
I don’t even think I’m mad it was him that took my virginity.
My thighs clench tightly as I replay how everything went down, from the way he threw me around like a ragdoll to the sharpness in his voice when he called me a horny little bitch.
No one has ever accused me of being a prude by any stretch of the imagination, but his words plucked and played my filthy little slut-strings like a goddamn pro.
“We didn’t use a condom,” I mumble, breaking the stiff silence that surrounds us, fully aware that it's a little too late to worry about it considering his cum is actively leaking from my very swollen vagina.
“We did not,” he responds flatly. Is that really all he’s going to say? Gee, I’m sorry Wrinley. I got carried away because your pussy was so good I couldn't stop from sinking into it all willy-nilly. Is that too much to ask?
“Obviously, my sexual health is a non-issue, but up to this point I know nothing about where your dick has been.”
“You didn’t seem too worried about that when you were on your knees choking on it.” Fuck. He’s got me there. “Or any of the times you were actively trying to hop on any dick you could find. Such a desperate little thing you are.”
Letting out an exasperated huff, I shoot him a glare, attempting to convey how much I’m not fucking around right now, and wait for him to give me the answer he damn well knows I need.
The fucker doesn’t even take his eyes off the road.
“Well, I’m sorry if it didn’t occur to me until after you ripped through my vagina like it personally offended you.
I have no idea how many vaginas you plunder or how often you plunder them. ”
A full belly laugh escapes him, something I’m sure I’ve never witnessed. “Did you just say plunder, not once but twice in one sentence? What are you? A pirate?”
“It’s not funny–” I retort and when he finally glances my way, I can feel the tension forming in my cheeks as I fight the smirk that’s threatening to break free from my lips. Shit. “Okay, maybe it’s a little funny.”
“I haven’t been with anyone in the last five years and I was tested after the last time.” His tone shifts, more serious now. “I may want to hurt you, but I’d never actually put you in harm's way.”
“I have some follow up questions,” I admit as he pulls into a space and puts the truck in park.
“Of course you do,” he sighs, then nods for me to get on with it.
“Are you fucking with me right now? Have you really not been with a woman in five years?”
The daggers he glares at me are sharp as he turns to face me, grabbing my chin and holding my eyes on his. “I’m not fucking with you, little trainwreck, but you’re not ready to know the answer to the “ why” I know is about to come out of your mouth next.”
“T-that’s not what I was going to say next,” I scoff, pulling my face from his huge man hand and placing my arms across my chest.
He opens his door and laughs again. The way his face moves when he laughs…
I didn’t know his mouth could curve up that way and the sight has me hypnotized.
Has he always had dimples? I wonder what his mouth tastes like.
Jesus, Wrinley, get a hold of yourself. “Why do you want to hurt me?” I ask in a lousy attempt at collecting myself.
“Trust me, you’re not ready for that one either.”
“Care to tell me what the hell I am ready for then, jackass?” I yell, but it’s no use. He’s already out of the truck and his door is already closed. “Fucking asshole.”
My door opens eliciting a loud screech along with a very unfortunate jump causing me to bump my head on the roof.
“I’d imagine you’re ready for bed. I wasn’t gentle on you, so you have to be exhausted.
” Then he’s reaching in and wrapping his meaty hands around my waist to hoist me onto the pavement in front of him.
This man has always been mean to me and despite that fucked up fact, he’s also always been the subject of my most fucked up fantasies.
I know… I’m literally the problem here. But if we don’t quit having these moments where he’s almost sweet…
well, I don’t know what I’ll do, but I do think I like it better when he’s a dick.
It’s easier… simpler. Not-quite-as-much-of-a-dick Axel is confusing.
“I’m fine,” I mumble, stepping away from him just to shoot him a glance over my shoulder. “Thanks for the mediocre fuck.”
Now I need to soak my poor, used up vagina and pass the fuck out, because he’s right… I am exhausted.