Chapter Eight #2
Her pussy wrapped around me so fucking perfectly, it was almost unreal.
I kept asking myself how the hell I was supposed to end this woman, how I was supposed to honor my family, when all I wanted was to stay inside her for the rest of my days.
The idea of losing this, losing her, made my mind go blank.
Fuck! I don’t want this to stop. I want to get under her skin, inside her breath, buried in those secret places she never let anyone find.
I want to drown in her, claim every inch, every hidden part she’s ever protected.
And I fucking crave for her to want me back with the same hunger that’s tearing me apart right now.
The pain she’d felt before must have faded, because she pressed her hands to the edge of the tub, planting her palms and pushing herself up on her knees.
She started rolling her hips, making my dick grind deeper inside her.
I watched the way her ass moved in the water, the muscles in her thighs flexing as she controlled every inch, taking exactly what she wanted from me.
She rotated her hips in slow, tight circles, moving clockwise, making me feel every part of her pussy squeezing and rubbing my dick.
The pressure and heat made my breath catch, and I gritted my teeth, barely holding it together.
Then she paused for a split second and reversed, grinding the other way, changing the angle and the pressure.
She made me groan, my head dropping back, eyes squeezing shut.
Every little switch in direction sent fresh shocks of pleasure through me.
Her body was learning exactly how to drive me crazy.
“Where the fuck did you learn to ride a dick like that, baby? You’re killing me.”
She gave me a mischievous smile, the look on her face telling me I didn’t know shit about her yet. I couldn’t deny seeing her take charge, feeling her dominance, did something to me I’d never admit to anyone.
She held the edge tighter, her knuckles turning white, and started grinding faster, picking up the tempo.
The pace shifted, her ass bouncing, hips working in hard, hungry circles that sent water splashing up around us.
Every time she slammed down, her back arching and head rolling, I felt her whole body tremble.
Her skin was slick under my palms and my self-control was hanging by a thread, all my focus locked on the way Serenity was fucking herself with my dick, trying to milk every drop I had to give.
“Fuck... Yes, baby. Ride me, Mama. I like it. You’re doing so fucking good. You know you’re perfect, right eh? You’re so perfect when you’re taking my dick.” I kept praising her, worshipping her, wanting her to feel how amazing she was and how insanely crazy she was driving me.
“You like it? Not bad for a virgin, eh?” she asked, her voice husky.
I grabbed her face and crashed her lips to mine.
“You being a virgin before I dropped this dick inside this pussy is the only reason I’m not out hunting motherfuckers in this city. If anyone but me had had a taste of this pussy, I’d spill some blood,” I said, dead serious.
That should have given me away. I was acting too much like Konflict, forgetting the role I was supposed to play tonight. I couldn’t help it. Not when she was fucking the sanity out of me like this.
Pleasure must have been wrecking her too because she didn’t even blink at my words.
She kissed me again, savagely, while riding my dick up and down.
Her hands slid down to grab her ass cheeks and open them wide so my dick could get in deeper.
Fuck. This woman wanted me dead. She really wanted me dead. And I wanted to die in her pussy.
“Fuck. This dick feels so good,” she panted, grinding on me.
I grabbed her ass, lifted her just a little and held her up.
“Hold still, baby. You had fun but now let me do my job and fuck you properly, okay?”
She barely had time to blink before I started thrusting up, hard and fast, driving into her from below.
Every stroke sent ripples through the water.
Waves rolled up and splashed over the edge, soaking the floor.
But none of that mattered. All I cared about was breaking her open, making her feel every raw inch, giving her exactly what she needed.
My hands clamped down on her waist to hold her steady as I fucked her.
“Knox... Fuck...” Her voice was wrecked, the sound of it pushing me even deeper.
“Nah... baby. Call me that other name,” I demanded, needing to hear my own name on her lips.
I wanted her to know exactly who she belonged to in that moment.
She met my eyes, lips parted, breath catching. “Konflict...” she moaned, the word trembling on her tongue.
The sound of it ripped straight through me, making my heart stutter and my blood rush. I wanted to hear it again and again, wanted her to choke on it, scream it, let it echo off the damn tiles.
“He must be special for you to say his name when I’m fucking you like this,” I growled, voice rough as I drove even deeper, grinding her down on my dick, needing her to feel every inch.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her face in my throat. Her moans poured into my skin, so desperate and broken.
“No... I hate him. I hate him so much I want to say his name when another man is fucking me.”
Her confession burned in my ear. Her voice was thick with pain and spite, her words landing like a punch to the gut.
Of course she hated me. After everything I’d done, how could she not?
But hearing it like that still twisted something inside me.
I locked the ache away, pushed it somewhere dark, and focused on her instead, on the way she trembled in my hands.
“I want to see this pussy squirt for me again,” I demanded.
Then I hauled her up out of the water, carrying her through the steam, and setting her down on the porcelain sink.
I got between her thighs and slid my fingers into her pussy while my thumb massaged her clit and I kissed her.
It was hard and wild; my attempt to erase the hate she had toward me, the hate I’d planted in her with my own stupid behavior.
Her pussy clenched around me, still hungry for more. When she started trembling, I pulled my fingers out, grabbed her ass, and pressed my dick to her entrance.
“I’m not done hitting this pussy, baby. You’re gonna take me all night.”
I growled the words into her mouth, then slammed into her, one hard stroke, deep as I could go.
“Oh fuckkkkkk,” she screamed.
No more gentle shit. I fucked and fucked and fucked her hard, so hard her eyes glazed over.
My dick pounded in and out and I watched it slick with her juices every time I pulled back.
A foamy white ring was building up around my shaft, and it was turning me on more than I already was.
I kept going, faster, deeper, battering her pussy the way she needed.
“You like it, sweet?”
“Yes... fuck... yes...”
“Say that name again. Call that man you fucking hate while I’m breaking you open.” I pushed in deeper, my hand rubbing her clit, making her shake.
“Konflict... fuck me... Konflict...”
Hearing my name in her mouth like that, screamed, broken, desperate, made me want to die in her. I pulled her off the sink and fucked her in the air, her legs wrapped around my hips, my hands under her ass.
Her head fell back, her screams echoing in the bathroom.
“Fucking hell... Oh my God. Baby.”
“Take every inch of this dick, baby. No man will ever get inside you but me. You hear me? This shit is mine.”
“Fuck...”
“Say it’s mine.” I pressed her harder.
“It’s yours... Baby... This pussy is yours.”
A possessive rush exploded in my chest. I couldn’t wait for the bedroom, couldn’t do anything but claim her right there.
I dropped to the floor, dragging her down with me, pushing her on the tile.
I got between her thighs, my body pressed to hers, her skin still wet and slick.
I spread her legs wide, driving my dick deep inside her.
My hands cupped her ass, pulling her open so I could push in even deeper, pounding her in missionary.
Our hips slammed, the sound echoing in the bathroom.
She locked her legs around my waist, heels digging into my back, her whole body arching to meet every thrust. I could feel her nails raking down my back and her cries breaking against my ear.
Her breath ragged as her body moved in sync with mine, desperate, wild and out of control.
“écarte les jambes, bébé. Open your legs wider for me. Let me fuck this pussy good. Yes, just like that, baby. You’re doing so well.
Taking me so well. Tu aimes quand je te baise comme ca?
You like it when I fuck you like this?” My voice was rough in her ears, repeating the same French words in English so she could understand.
I loved how French sounded when I had my dick buried deep inside Serenity. Her moans were making me feral and my tongue rolled on autopilot, slipping out nasty words every time I felt her body shiver.
“Yes… Oh yesss… I like it,” she moaned.
I fucked her hard, no holding back, every stroke going deep, making her gasp and beg.
The pleasure was so sharp it bordered on pain.
I felt her pussy swallowing me, that tight velvet heat clamping down, milking every inch of me.
Fuck. She was making me forget everything except the raw need to stay inside her forever.
She moved with me, hips rolling and grinding, her body clinging to mine like she was starving for more.
“Aye Mama, you still want more dick, baby?”
Thrust… thrust… thrust.
“This pussy’s still needy as fuck.”
Thrust… thrust… thrust.
“Take it, sweet. Take all of it… You’re so fucking sinful,” I whispered against her mouth, tasting her breath, letting her feel exactly what she was doing to me.
Everything about Serenity was sin, everything about this felt wrong and perfect at the same time, and I never wanted to leave it.
“I’m going to come, Knox.” The sound of her voice breaking sent a jolt up my spine.
Those words made me snap.
“Uh uh, wrong name, love. Say the bastard’s name when I’m beating this pussy.”
I reached down, found her clit and pinched it, rubbing in tight, fast circles, while drilling into her with everything I had. I wanted to see her come undone, wanted to watch her break.
“Oh fuck… Konflict. Right there, right there, baby...” she cried.
I knew she was close, so I encouraged her to flood my dick.
“Release it, sweet. You’re such a good girl for me. Can you release that fontaine de jouissance for me, baby?”
She started to shake beneath me, her hand flying up to my stomach, trying to push me away, body caught between needing more and not being able to take it. Tears streamed down her face. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream. Her muscles tensed and her belly hollowed out as she teetered on the edge.
That was my clue to give it all. I sat up on my knees and grabbed her legs, spreading her wider and pounding into her even harder.
My hand slapped her clit, not giving her a chance to breathe.
The sound of wet skin against skin was driving me crazy.
The wet sound of her pussy, her cries—all of it filled the room.
“Ahhhh… Hmmmm… I’m going to pee...” she managed, voice trembling and desperate.
“Sweet, it’s not pee. That’s my fucking fontaine de jouissance. I’m going to fuck you through it. Let it go, baby. Give me all of it.”
Her body seized, then she exploded—squirting hard, jets splashing against my stomach, her thighs, the floor.
Her whole body shook so badly I had to hold her down to keep her from slipping away.
I didn’t stop, kept fucking her, kept rubbing her clit, milking every last drop.
I wanted to see her drained, wanted to own every part of her.
“Oh fuck...” she sobbed, body convulsing, pleasure pouring out of her.
“Yes, that’s it. Jouis pour moi, bébé. Come for me.”
She moaned, her body still trembling under my hands, her face wet with tears and sweat, her pussy pulsing around me, giving me everything I’d ever wanted.
I worked her through the orgasm, relentless, milking every last tremor from her body until she finally collapsed, breathless and trembling beneath me.
I kept going until my own body shook, until my mind went blank and nothing existed but her.
“Can I fill this pussy, baby?” My voice came out thick, almost pleading.
“Yes… please… Come inside me.”
“Call me by that name again.” I shoved in deeper, rhythm going wild. “I want that motherfucker, wherever he is, to know you’re mine. Say it.”
“Fuck... Konflict! Fill my pussy... Please...”
Hearing her say it shattered the last of my restraint.
My hands locked around her waist, my whole body seizing up as I exploded inside her, my dick pulsing, pumping into her until there was nothing left to give.
Serenity shivered in my arms, her eyes glazed and shining.
I crushed my mouth to hers, desperate and wild, pouring everything I had left into that kiss.
I held her there, our bodies tangled, my balls still emptying inside her.
My breathing was ragged, my lungs burning.
I broke the kiss and pressed my forehead to hers. I gasped for air, my mind spinning too fast to catch a thought. My heart was pounding so fast it hurt, blood roaring in my ears. And before I could stop myself, I said it. One word, raw and unguarded. A truth I had never meant to let slip.
“You’re mine, Venus,” I breathed against her lips.
We both froze, our bodies tensed up.
Her eyes snapped open, meeting my gaze and I realized what I had just done. My guard dropped and my secret was out in the open before I could shut my mouth. Panic rushed through me even though I tried to hide it.
“What did you call me?”
With confusion and suspicion mixed in her voice, her eyes searched my face for the truth.
I felt every inch of my body go tight, the name still burning on my tongue. I couldn’t take it back. The mask was slipping, and I was scared she was about to see everything I’d fought to keep buried.