Chapter Four #4
Playing with her clit, I fed my cock into her tight hole until I was fully inside. She felt amazing and I never wanted to pull out. Never mind this being her punishment, holding back to get her talking was killing me.
Her clamps jingled as she shifted, arching her ass and changing the angle of my cock inside her tight sheath. Gaby groaned, then whispered, “Please.”
“Not until you tell me why you ran from me.” I stopped playing with her clit and began pulling my cock out of her ass.
“Wait! Please. I…” Her shoulders shook, then slumped. In a voice scarcely above a whisper, she admitted, “I was afraid.”
“Of me?”
“Of me,” she corrected, now with a barely perceptible shake of her head. “Of how attracted I am to you. I wanted you so badly, and I still do.”
Reaching around and tugging on the clamps, I shoved my cock deep into her ass.
“Oh God!” she cried, instinctively tensing, but before I could even chide her, she relaxed on her own.
“Oh yes! Don’t stop!”
Gripping her hips, I rode her warm bouncy ass, our bodies slapping together, setting the beat for her keening moans to wrap around.
A beautiful noise. I closed myself to it out of instinct, intent on giving her what she begged for but in such a way that it would leave her defeated in a puddle of my cum, but then, in a fit of selfish passion, I threw all that aside and took her.
Not to punish her for her lies and not to reward her for her honesty, but just to take her, riding her to my pleasure, to have what I craved, what I desired.
And what I desired right now was to feel her body seize on mine, to smell the fragrant oils of her orgasm mingling with our shared sweat, to hear my name in her moans. “Come for me, piccola!” I ordered and smacked her clit.
She screamed, and it was just as I remembered–the shuddering, squeezing frenzy of her climax bringing me immediately to mine.
I rode her harder, heaving and roaring while she writhed and yowled, like tigers in heat, my claws digging at her ass, and poured myself into her until my exhausted balls were drained of every last drop and she collapsed onto the spanking bench, limp and panting.
It was all I could do not to collapse atop her. After several steadying breaths, I pulled my semi-hard cock out of her ass and watched with possessive satisfaction as my cum dripped down her trembling thighs.
“Take a deep breath, Gaby.” While she did, I took off the first clamp and suckled her nipple while the blood rushed back, causing another orgasm to rip through her.
I pulled off the second one and suckled while pinching the first tortured bud.
Gaby screamed and came again. So receptive to my touch. Perfetto.
After releasing her, I pulled her limp body into my arms and carried her to the shower.
The warm jets of water soon revived her, but I held her anyway, not wanting to let her go.
Admittedly, I was a bit of a sadist. I prided myself on my detachment.
I took more pleasure from making my partners experience only what I wanted them to experience, exactly as I intended, than from anything they could do for me.
One woman was, after all, fundamentally the same as every other.
But Gaby inspired my senses. As I washed her, my hands gripped, caressed and kneaded as if they’d never touched a woman before and never would again.
I wanted to absorb every shudder and spasm while she floated, drugged with pleasure only I could give her.
She’d said she was afraid of how much she wanted me, and although that sounded like a desperate attempt at flattery, her body responded to the slightest touch, and my body responded to hers.
Her head tipped back as I passed the sponge over her, moaning as suds popped on her nipples, until I could smell her arousal even over the artificial perfumes of the soap.
I couldn’t stand it anymore. My balls were tight and heavy, my cock painfully hard. As I picked her up, she parted her legs and wrapped them around my hips. My cock sought her warmth before she had time to lock her ankles, shoving deep inside her tight pussy.
I pressed her against the wall, desire ripping through me.
There was no plan, no finesse. I knew nothing but the animal need to own this woman, to mark her as mine and keep my hard dick inside her forever.
I fucked her into the tiles, my hands knotted in her glorious hair so that I could see her face straining with rapture, claim those moaning lips, taste the passion on her breath.
Growling and groaning, I spilled inside of her for a second time.
Gaby spasmed around my cock while I pumped her full of my seed.
She’s perfetto, I thought, but the thought was haunting more than it was cheering, never imagining I’d find someone so well matched to my needs
‘I was afraid…of how attracted I am to you…’
‘Guard your heart, Tano…People will use it against you…’
‘I wanted you so badly…and I still do.’
I understood, only too well, exactly how she felt.