Chapter 14 #4
He doesn’t wait for my answer before flipping me over on the sofa. I go from being flat on my fat ass to being turned over onto my knees. He forces my thighs apart and then lines himself up, rubbing his dick between my slick, swollen pussy lips.
I groan at how good it feels. At how even better it’ll feel once he’s inside me.
He’s already hot and velvety and hard, and he’s not even inside me yet!
Lochlan’s weight presses down on my back as he braces himself against me, and my pussy throbs in anticipation.
It’s been weeks since I’ve been fucked. Months since I’ve been fucked properly.
Greg never could really do me justice.
Sure, he knew how to eat pussy, but when it came to laying pipe? He was a snore.
Viagra or not.
But as I’m pushed down and covered by Lochlan Callahan’s hard body, I’m left with the final realization that he’s playing no games.
He’s the real deal.
He slams into me, and I cry out at how immediately full I feel. His girth is enough to take my breath away as my eyes widen and my back arches against him.
He pulls out and then slams back in, his thick dick hitting the right places. Vaguely it occurs to me I’m officially letting my captor fuck me—and that he should probably wear a condom—but then he draws his hips back again and drives into me whole, and I’m lost.
It feels sooo fucking good my breath hitches and I grind my ass back against him.
Nothing about the moment is gentle or considerate.
It’s pure carnality. Pure raw hunger as Lochlan exercises his hips and his dick slams into me deeper and deeper. Rougher and rougher as I grab at the sofa cushions and try to adjust.
It really has been a minute since I’ve had a dick this big.
…since I’ve dealt with a man this overwhelming.
His free hand grabs at my braids, and he yanks my head back. He’s forced my thighs farther apart using his knee, making the angle he penetrates me from even more intense. Deeper as he picks up the pace and rams his dick in my pussy.
“Shit!” I cry out as he bumps against my cervix. “Not so rough, you asshole!”
“Didn’t I tell you to shut the fuck up?” he growls back, tugging harder on my braids.
His thrusts come harder too, fucking me so rough and fast the room begins to spin. I arch my spine against him as I take every inch he has to slide into me.
My pussy’s dripping wet. I’m clenching around him, stretching to accommodate him and his brutal thrusts.
But it’s still a struggle. It’s still enough to make me see spots before my eyes as he crashes into me, his chiseled hips slamming against my fat ass.
He’s so deep, it borders on too much. It’s right at my threshold.
But through the intensity come flashes of pleasure too. Tingling that makes the slight discomfort worth it as my orgasm builds, and I’m gasping and gyrating my body, begging for more from him.
As rough as he’s being, it makes me crave more from my captor.
For him to fuck me how he sees fit and give me the release I need.
It begins to feel like this was weeks in the making. From the moment he kidnapped me from the Maldives, it was always going to come down to this. Lochlan was always going to lose control, and I was always going to give into him. We just needed the right moment to set us off.
His dick tunnels away inside my tight, clenching pussy as Lochlan pulls on my braids and forces me to arch back against him.
His hand returns to my throat, squeezing harder and making me choke on my next breath. The couch sways under us, and dizziness washes over me even through the rising pleasure.
It’s like a high from a drug as I moan and throw my ass back just as aggressively at him. I scream at him to fuck me harder and show me what he’s working with.
I challenge him, yelling that he can do better than that—even as my poor pussy takes a beating from his huge dick.
But it’s still part of the game we’re locked into.
Lochlan releases a roar as his hips crash down against me and his thrusts give new definition to brutality. He gropes at my swinging tits, squeezing and smacking them. Then he’s hooking fingers into my mouth and preventing me from talking more shit. All while he talks his own.
“You fucking brat,” he growls. “You want to be put in your place? You want me to leave you so fucking sore you can’t move without feeling my dick between your legs?
I’ll fill you with my cum and leave you dripping every step you take through this house.
Just so everybody knows how you got fucked by me.
Mouth off some more and I’ll handcuff you to my bed and fuck you all day and night long. ”
His threats are so filthy, so insane that, in the moment, he has me moaning around his fingers still jammed in my mouth.
My pussy gushes around his dick; I’m so turned on I’m as wet as the ocean. Yet I also clench around him as he fucks me roughly.
……so roughly the freaking old couch finally can’t stand it.
We both go rigid as the couch legs snap and we drop with the cushions to the floor. We’ve broken the damn thing, we’re fucking so hard.
But Lochlan doesn’t miss a beat even as it collapses to the dusty ground, and I grip at the armrest to keep from slipping off. He grabs my hips and slams into me, pushing me down even further and pumping away.
My skin ripples. My breasts bounce, flapping against my chest as he rocks into me, and I push back against him.
The discomfort of his big-ass dick both burns and tingles. Both pleasure and pain.
I snap my eyes shut as I move with his body, welcoming his brutality. So close to my ending, I throw my ass back, flesh jiggling as he gropes me and slams his palm into my ass.
“Look at this fucking plump ass,” he grunts, fucking away. “All these fucking curves. I could drown in ’em.”
I’m panting as I try to disguise my smile. My pussy squeezes his dick harder, and I work my hips to meet his thrusts, showing him I can take every punishing thrust he gives.
He tugs on my braids and brings me upward again. I’m forced fully onto my knees as the rest of my body goes upright and he still fucks my pussy.
He turns my head and kisses me sloppily on the mouth. My entire body pulsates, responding to every punch of his hips and suffocating clench of his fingers on my throat.
No longer able to hold myself up, I fall forward back onto my hands and lose myself to the harsh rhythm of our bodies colliding.
But even as pulses tingle through me, I don’t lose sight of my ultimate goal.
Lochlan fucks into me hard and fast, and I moan at how thick and full he makes me feel. I make sure to secure certain luxuries for what’s transpired.
“The O’Keeffe!” I cry out between his dick slamming into me. “I want to see it!”
“You fucking brat,” he growls in response.
“Every day… one hour! Plus the other stuff!” I gasp. “The bath and better food.”
Lochlan slaps my ass, gripping my left cheek and fucking me harder than ever. He’s still gripping me by the braids, forcing me into another deep arch that’s worthy of Cirque du Soleil.
“You want perks?” he grunts breathlessly. “Then prepare for the downsides—prepare to be fucked in ways you’ve never imagined, brat. Hope you’re ready to take it.”
I cry out as he slams into me and hits an angle that triggers my orgasm.
Waves of pleasure crash down. I tighten up against him, going still on my hands and knees as he simply fucks harder.
It’s pulsing pleasure and a vague aching pain that consume me.
The noises I make come out as strangled gasps as Lochlan fucks me and then slaps a hand over my mouth to silence me. He still rams his dick in as he buries himself deep, and then he’s twitching and unloading.
He comes inside, filling me up with his hot release until it’s spilling out. It’s only as he comes that I realize how spent I am—how I’m dripping sweat and panting hard like I’ve run a marathon.
Shocks of pleasure buzz through me for seconds to come, leftovers from my intense orgasm.
But I still only care about securing my interests, so even as he pulls out and leans back on his knees, running a hand through his hair, I push him.
“Do we have a deal?”
He smacks my ass and my flesh jiggles hypnotically. “We’ve got a fucking deal,” he growls. “But know that means I’ll use you how I fucking want… whenever I want.”
“Bring it,” I taunt, still breathless.
“You say that now. Make sure you know what you’re getting into when I break out the whips and chains,” he says darkly.
He tucks himself back into his pants. “Now get your ass up to my bathroom. You made such a fucking stink about using it, I expect you butt-ass naked in there. You’ve got five minutes. ”
They’re his parting words as he climbs off the couch and strides out of the room.