Chapter 16 #4
She whimpers as his glistening fingers slide free, biting her lip as she watches him position the bulbous head of his cock against her swollen, reddened folds. Slowly, he nudges inside, his length prying her open as he feeds more of his girth into her with each deliberate thrust.
She moans, breathless, her heartbeat pounding in her ears as she revels in the sensation of being stretched and filled to the brim. She’s acutely aware of every bulging vein of his naked rod as her scorching walls grip his thick shaft.
Raised in a sheltered, strict, religious household, she knows how taboo it is to be lying here with her legs spread for a man she barely knows as he enters her raw and unprotected.
And yet, somehow, that very thought makes everything feel even better.
Hotter.
“Open your mouth, Lila.”
She obeys instantly, parting her soft, full lips as she looks up at him.
Confusion, curiosity, and lust swirl in her gaze.
She watches, stunned and transfixed, as a thin stream of his spit dribbles into her mouth.
Feeling it hit the back of her throat, she closes her lips and swallows.
The faint sweetness of the gum he’d been chewing lingers there.
“What do you say?”
She looks up at him in confusion.
He leans down and presses his lips against hers before whispering in her ear, “Thank me, Lila.”
“T-Thank you,” she rasps.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs, his words laced with a mixture of approval and possessiveness. The touch of his hand as he strokes her hair feels tender. There’s a deceptive softness in each stroke that belies the underlying control he holds over her.
As his fingers thread through her hair, she tenses, bracing herself for the next onslaught.
His touch is a paradox, simultaneously soothing and alarming, as though every caress carries an unspoken threat.
Without warning, though she knew it was coming, his grip tightens, seizing a fistful of her soft locks.
A sharp yelp escapes her lips as pain shoots through her from her burning scalp. She instinctively recoils, but his hand remains firm, anchoring her in place.
He shushes her softly, as if to comfort her, but his low, calm voice only intensifies the conflicting sensations coursing through her body. His large, dark eyes bore into hers, intense and unyielding, as her pussy tightens around him.
Glaring up at him with defiance burning in her eyes, her jaw clenches against the ache in her scalp. She knows he wants an angry reaction from her.
Dirty bastard, she curses inwardly.
She relaxes her face, forcing herself to endure the dull pain.
“Looks like you’re not interested in playing fair,” she remarks coolly.
Slowly, almost reluctantly, he eases the pressure on her hair, though his grip never fully releases. It’s a subtle concession, a cruel reminder that he remains in control.
“Where’s my feisty little kitten today?” he asks mockingly.
He begins to withdraw from the tight grip of her pussy, only to draw a sharp gasp from her when he suddenly drives forward again.
The head of his cock presses against her cervix, summoning a perverse thrill, a twisted acknowledgment that he can make her feel good despite the underlying pain.
Her hands remain clamped around the backs of her thighs, holding herself wide open for him as he settles into a slow, steady rhythm.
His rod scrapes the deepest part of her, and her walls clench and pulse around him in response, instinctively milking the massive invader in the hope that he’ll finish quickly.
“So good. Fuck,” he whispers raggedly, nuzzling into the crook of her delicate neck. “You feel so good.”
He inhales her scent, losing himself between her legs as he thrusts harder and faster. The familiar tingling in his lower abdomen steadily builds. He wants to wait for it to pass, but finds it impossible to stop himself from driving into her heavenly sex.
He hungrily nips and sucks at the soft skin of her neck as his thick appendage repeatedly sheaths itself into her tight tunnel, flooding them both with waves of earth-shattering sensation with every roll of his hips.
“Do you hear that?” he asks, abruptly pulling out as he straightens.
Placing one of her legs over his broad shoulder, he sinks his thick rod back into her soft pussy lips, an audible squelch filling the room as they reconnect. She turns her face away, cheeks burning at the sheer volume of the sound.
“Your pussy’s soaking wet,” he murmurs heatedly, his strokes slowing, turning almost tender, as if to emphasize the obscene sounds between them. “You feel so good around me, baby.”
She wants to tell him she isn’t his baby—that the name belongs to one person and one person alone. But the word, spoken low and sultry by him, lodges itself in her mind, echoing long after it passes, drowned out only by their soft grunts and groans.
Just for today…
The emergency contraceptive he bought her last time had triggered an early cycle that ended only a few days ago, but she still isn’t certain she’s safe.
Her ex-boyfriend had always used condoms throughout their relationship.
He was too afraid of getting her pregnant while pursuing his education to ever go without one, even when she wasn’t ovulating.
They’d both known nothing was one hundred percent, and neither of them could afford the risk.
It wasn’t until her first time with Max that she experienced raw sex.
His erection feels unbearably hot inside her. She can feel the throbbing veins rubbing against her walls as he fucks her bareback—raw, natural as sex can be. The sensation makes her feel so feminine and exposed beneath him as he takes her unprotected, drawing reckless moans from deep within her.
“Remember to come outside,” she says huskily, her face flushed as she stares up at the high ceiling, surrendering herself to the overwhelming pleasure.
“Do you like it?” he asks, circling his thumb over her swollen clit.
“Ah—yes!” she cries.
Unprotected sex somehow feels more intimate. More real.
Encouraged, he increases his speed, thrusting hard and fast into her cunt while continuing to stroke her clit.
A sudden, overwhelming urge crashes through him, the desire to spill himself deep inside her.
His doubled efforts shatter her control as her climax rips through her.
Her walls clamp and flutter around his thick length, and he feels the familiar fire coil low in his abdomen, his own release close behind hers.
Immediately, he pulls out as ropes of cum shoot from his twitching cock, splattering across her torso and neck.
“Did you like it?” she asks, her large breasts rising and falling as she struggles to catch her breath, her cum-slicked chest glistening. She looks into his eyes, searching for the answer that might finally free her from him.
“What?” he asks, dazed, breath ragged as the last drop of his release falls into the pool collecting in her navel.
“Did you like it?” she repeats, desperation threading her voice.
He shrugs. “It was okay. Could’ve been better.”
“So…” she begins.
“So, you lost,” he says calmly. “We’ll set a date and time to discuss our future arrangement.”
“You’re, like, a really bad fucking dude,” she says dryly, unsurprised.
He grips her jaw firmly, sending her heart racing as fear and revulsion twist in her gut. She played by his rules, rules she never should have agreed to in the first place.
He peers down at her face.
There it is again—that look of unbridled contempt that tells him he’s scum and yet draws him in all the same.
“I’ve been told,” he says casually before leaning down to claim her mouth in a deep kiss. It steals her breath, muffling her groan as he sinks back between her trembling legs, rolling his hips to coax his semi-erect member back to life for another round.