Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Natalie
My legs gave out completely the moment my orgasm crashed through me. I could barely stand. My thighs were shaking violently, and my slick folds were still pulsing around Richard's thick cock as he held me up with one strong arm around my waist.
My mind was spinning. God, I was pregnant.
Another round like this might break me. My body already felt so sensitive, and my womb so full and tender.
But he did not stop. He kept rolling his hips in slow, deep grinds, stirring my creamy juices and pressing right against my cervix, forcing fresh wetness to drip down my thighs.
"Richard, wait," I gasped. My voice was hoarse and trembling. My nails dug into his shoulders as another helpless spasm rippled through my core. "I cannot take any more. Please."
He leaned in close. His hot breath brushed my ear, and his voice was low and dark with hunger. "You can take it, baby. You are going to take every inch again."
Panic flared in my chest even as pleasure licked through me. I shook my head weakly. My legs were trembling so badly I could hardly hold myself upright. "No, please. I will use my mouth or my feet. Let me suck you off, Richard. I will swallow every drop, I promise."
He pulled out slowly. I felt the obscene stretch as his thick shaft left my swollen pussy.
A thick string of my cream still connected us for a second before it snapped.
My knees buckled instantly. I dropped down in front of him and wrapped both hands around his glistening, veiny cock.
It was still rock hard and slick with my juices.
I leaned in desperately. My lips parted wide as I took him into my mouth.
I sucked him eagerly. My tongue swirled around the swollen head, and I tasted myself all over him.
My cheeks hollowed as I bobbed my head, taking him as deep as I could and gagging softly when he hit the back of my throat.
Wet, sloppy sounds filled the air. Obscene slurps and soft choking noises echoed as I worked him frantically.
I looked up at him, while my tongue pressed hard against the underside of his throbbing shaft.
For a minute or two, he let me continue. He groaned deeply, and his hand rested lightly in my hair. Then his fingers tightened. He fisted my hair and pulled me off his cock with a wet pop. Strings of saliva stretched from my swollen lips to his glistening tip.
"Not enough," he growled. His eyes were dark with raw need. "I need to be inside that tight little cunt again. I need to fill you."
Before I could protest, he had me on the floor.
He grabbed one of the discarded jackets, folded it quickly, and slid it under my lower back, tilting my hips up high.
The position left me completely exposed.
My swollen, puffy pussy was on full display, lips glistening, clit peeking out desperately. My heart raced.
Richard knelt between my spread thighs. He gripped his thick cock and rubbed the fat head up and down my soaked slit, coating himself in my fresh slick.
Then he pushed in. It was slow and relentless, stretching my sensitive walls wide open again.
I cried out sharply. My back arched off the floor as he sank balls deep in one long, powerful thrust.
"Oh god, Richard, it is too deep," I whimpered. But my pussy betrayed me. It clenched greedily around his thick length, and another flood of wetness gushed out to welcome him.
He did not give me any time to adjust. He started fucking me hard.
His hips snapped forward with brutal force.
The wet slap of skin against skin echoed loudly with every thrust, and my breasts bounced wildly.
Each stroke slammed right against my cervix, sending sharp, overwhelming sparks of pleasure through me.
My hands flew to his arms, and my nails raked down his skin as I gasped and moaned helplessly.
"It is too much. Ah, I am going to come again," I cried.
The orgasm hit me like a freight train. My pussy convulsed violently around his pistoning cock, squeezing and milking him in tight, rhythmic spasms. I screamed.
My body shook uncontrollably as wave after wave crashed through me.
Richard kept thrusting through it all, grinding deep and drawing my climax out until I was sobbing with overstimulation. Tears slipped down my flushed cheeks.
When the intense spasms finally started to ease, something inside me broke.
The desperate resistance melted away and was replaced by raw, aching hunger.
My hips began lifting to meet his thrusts, chasing the brutal pleasure he was forcing into me.
"More," I moaned. My voice was wrecked and needy.
"Harder. Please, Richard, fuck me harder. "
He gave a dark, satisfied growl and gave me exactly what I begged for.
He pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, and yanked my hips up so I was on my knees with my face pressed against the floor.
Then he slammed back into me from behind in one savage thrust, mounting me like an animal in heat.
The new angle let him go impossibly deeper.
His heavy balls slapped against my swollen clit with every punishing stroke.
I screamed into the carpet and pushed back against him desperately.
My ass rippled from the force of his hips.
He fucked me relentlessly. One hand fisted my hair while the other gripped my hip hard enough to leave marks.
My pussy was a dripping, pulsing mess. Cream coated his thick shaft and ran down my thighs in messy rivulets.
Every time he bottomed out, I let out a broken, whimpering moan. My walls fluttered wildly around him.
After what felt like an eternity of this savage pounding, Richard hauled me up again.
He stood and pulled me with him, then pressed my front against the door.
My palms were flat against the cool surface.
He kicked my legs wider apart, bent me slightly at the waist, and drove back into my soaked pussy from behind in one brutal, claiming thrust.
I cried out loudly, raw and desperate. "Yes, fuck, right there."
He started railing me with deep, powerful strokes.
The door creaked faintly under the relentless force.
His chest pressed hot against my back. One hand reached around to pinch and roll my swollen clit while the other wrapped lightly around my throat, holding me in place.
My pussy clenched and fluttered nonstop.
Another devastating orgasm was building fast inside me.
"You are mine," he growled hotly against my ear. He thrust harder, and his cock slammed into me over and over. "This cunt is mine to fill. I am going to pump you so full you will be dripping for days."
The filthy words sent me spiraling. I moaned brokenly and pushed back to meet every savage thrust.
That was all it took. He fucked me even faster. The wet squelching sounds were obscene as my juices coated us both. My walls started contracting hard around his thick cock as I came again with a shattered wail. My whole body shook violently against the door, and my pussy milked him desperately.
Richard groaned deep and guttural. He buried himself to the hilt inside me.
I felt the first powerful spurt of his hot cum explode deep in my womb, followed by thick, heavy ropes pulsing against my cervix.
He kept thrusting through his release, grinding deep and making sure every drop flooded me completely.
Afterward, I lay on the cool sofa in the dressing room, wrapping myself in Richard's suit jacket that he'd tossed over casually. The fabric still carried the scent of his cologne, and now that I'd cooled down, it actually turned my stomach.
Richard stood in front of the mirror, tying his tie with deliberate slowness, as if what we'd just done wasn't some wild, tearing fuck session but a boring conference call.
Yeah, I tugged at the corner of my mouth.
Once you're out of bed, who bothers with extra feelings for a fuck buddy?
This marriage had sunk to this pathetic point, and it made me want to laugh at myself.
"About Olivia," Richard said, his back to me as he fixed his cuffs, his tone flat and cool, "I'll have David go apologize tomorrow. You don't need to show up."
I froze for a few seconds.
Of course. That fuck had been good enough to make Richard step in and handle Olivia for me.
"Fine," I said.
"Mr. Winston, the clothes you wanted are here," David knocked timely.
Richard cracked the door open just enough to grab the bag.
Inside was a beige dress, so conservative it reminded me of my grandma's church choir uniform.
"I don't want to wear this."
Richard finally shot me a look.
"Natalie."
He used that tone again, like he was too lazy to argue with a kid. I hated it.
"I said no. You wear it if you like it." I tried to stand, but my legs wobbled like jelly.
Richard stared at me for a few seconds, then sighed and walked over, picking up the dress. His tall frame cast a shadow that nearly swallowed me.
"Arms up."
"Richard, I said I don't—"
"Natalie," he cut me off, his voice dropping low with that "I'm counting to three" threat, "I don't have time for your games."
Games.
In his eyes, all my emotions, all my resistance, were just games.
A cold wave of helplessness washed over me.
I let Richard pull the dress over me.
His cold fingers brushed my skin now and then, making me shiver uncontrollably.
On the ride back, L.A.'s night lights flowed past the window, neon staining the glass in ambiguous orange-red.
Richard and I sat in the back, with enough space between us for three more of me.
He scrolled his phone. I slipped my hand over my belly, pressing lightly through the fabric. No pain. It felt normal—hell, better than normal, if I was honest. So maybe that romp hadn't hurt the baby? I relaxed a bit.
The car pulled up at Blackwood Manor.
Richard got out first. I followed, stepping onto the stone stairs, and took a deep breath before speaking.