A fuck has merely whet my appetite for more of her taste, more of marking her flesh and swallowing her into my kink-flavored world.
And I don’t fuck the same woman twice. Have never wanted one again as soon as I was done with her. Have never watched one while my beast concocts plans to have her writhing beneath me while her cunt milks my cock. Soon.
Now, even.
Her presence is starting to influence my thoughts and decision-making process. I need to put an end to this and sabotage the very marrow of her being before she becomes the bane of my existence.
Mia stirs as she usually does when she has her naps. For some reason, she sleeps a lot around me, something even she finds weird. The other day, she accidentally told me she doesn’t sleep much, even with the lights on.
What lines did the dark cross to turn you into this?
I narrow my eyes as I blow smoke in her face.
A part of me knows that I don’t care about people’s circumstances. Never have and never will. The only reason I’m having these thoughts is so that I can gather more information about her and use it to prey on her. I’d shatter her into minuscule pieces so that no one would be able to put her back together again.
Contrary to what I anticipated, Mia doesn’t wake up. She pulls her knees to her chest and wraps her hands around them so that she’s lying in a fetal position.
Unintelligible shaky noises fall from her mouth. Sweat beads on her upper lip and forehead, and her disheveled blonde strands stick to her skin.
My hand wraps around the back of the sofa as I lean down to try and decipher the noises.
There’s a lot of whining, gasping, and moans of pain, but something else slips in between.
When I finally make out the sound, the cigarette falls from my hand and hits the floor, releasing a spark of orange light, then it dies out.
“No…”
That’s what she’s saying between trembling noises. It’s not much, but it’s without a doubt something she’s never said before.
A word.
I was right. She sounds nothing like the pretentious Maya. Her voice is lower, softer, and possibly the only voice I’d listen to on repeat.
Over and over.
I fetch my phone and hit record.
“No…” she repeats, a bit stronger, even though she’s still shaking like a bird caught in a storm.
All my blood rushes to between my legs. My cock bulges against my boxers at a speed I’ve never experienced before.
The sound of her voice explodes somewhere behind my rib cage and I find myself leaning farther down so that my ear is nearly glued to her luscious lips.
“No…please…”
Please.
Who is she begging if it’s not me?
She has no right to beg anyone but me.
More moans. Gasps. Whimpers of pure twisted pain.
I push back to stare at her anguished face, furrowed brow, and the tears that pool in the corners of her eyes and then cascade down her cheeks.
Not only is she having a nightmare, but she’s also suffering more with every passing second.
A better person would wake her up, but if I do, she won’t speak again. This is her subconscious talking, and she probably won’t even remember the words she’s just released.
Besides, how dare she dream of someone else after the explosive introductory meeting between my cock and her cunt?
Fuck it. I’m waking her up anyway.
After I throw my phone on the table, I tap her cheek with the back of my hand. She doesn’t even stir.
“Open your fucking eyes,” I say not so nicely and fail to recognize the reason behind my darkened tone.
Mia doesn’t reply or show signs of acknowledging her surroundings.
Don’t blame me for what I’m about to do.
I clearly asked her to wake up, but she didn’t seem keen on the idea, so I have to resort to other measures.
And yes, I’m deeply disturbed by the fuck mode situation my cock easily slipped into. I might be known as someone with an immense sex drive and an extensive repertoire of paraphilia, but I don’t actually get turned on easily.
Or I didn’t. Mia obviously changed that.
Earlier, Nila and Bethany were practically humping me and offering a fuck-one-get-one-free deal, but I couldn’t muster an ounce of interest.
Mia speaks two words in her sleep and I’m ready to impregnate her with my fucking child so she’ll have no way out.
Fuck. What was that thought all about?
I pull down my boxers so that I’m fully naked, then hop on the sofa.
My knees rest on either side of her as I throw one of her legs over my shoulder and bare her swollen pink cunt.
She’s most definitely sore, and the last thing she needs is another sexual adventure.
Someone else would probably leave her alone.
Good thing I’m not someone else.
I lift my shirt up to expose her pink nipples and tease one then stroke her folds, sinking my fingers into the pink flesh. A shudder goes through her tiny body. The creases of discomfort slowly disappear from her face and the groans of pain quiet down.
Just like magic.
My fingers find her clit and I circle, then tap it slightly. Her hips jerk and a moan of pleasure falls from her parted lips.
I keep doing that until I feel her sticky arousal welcoming me and the intoxicating scent of her pussy fills my nostrils.
As she writhes, I release her cunt that should just be called my cunt at this point. I wrap my fingers around her throat, digging my thumb into the red fingerprints I left earlier.
I jerk myself a few times, using her stickiness on my palm as lube, then slowly slide inside her welcoming heat.
Mia moans, her head falling back and her body shivering.
Fucking fuck. She’s perfectly tight.
I thrust at a moderate pace, relishing how she clenches around my dick as if she’s conscious. The fact that she’s not makes this a lot more erotic.
My cock is seriously considering a longer subscription for the first time in his hedonistic life.
Mia’s nipples harden as her hips meet me stroke for stroke. I’ve never believed in fate, but I’m so sure this little muse was made for me. Her body’s memory of mine kicks in and she jerks her hips and arches her back in welcome.
“Your cunt is so greedy for my cock. You’re going to take my cum deep inside like my favorite little fuck hole whenever I want, aren’t you?” I groan and pick up my pace, going from zero to one hundred in no time.
Mia’s eyes pop open, and for a second, she appears disoriented as she blinks the tears from her eyes.
My gaze captures her wild one as I ram into her, owning every inch and leaving no scraps.
I don’t stop.
It’s too late to stop.
Her frantic gaze goes from my face to where we’re joined.
I expect her to try and push me away, but she tightens around my cock, her arousal offering the best lube I’ve ever had. Okay, it’s tied with her blood.
Mia is a piece of art when she’s orgasming. Her brow furrows, her mouth opens in a silent O, and she jerks her hips.
I’d expected myself to last longer, and I usually do, but the view of her shattering on my cock brings me to the brink in no time.
Fuck.
My balls tighten and I come in long spurts over her bare stomach.
I nearly came inside her. Again.
I don’t know what the fuck has come over me. I have rubbers all over my person and place, but for the second time, I forgot to put one on.
Or maybe, deep down, I tricked myself into forgetting. It’s no secret that I needed to feel her bare skin against mine as she came undone.
Mia mentioned a week or so ago that she had an appointment to change her birth control shot, but still, this is a considerable slip on my part.
We remain there, basking in the aftermath of the lust haze. My mind is a fog of unanswered questions and dangerous possibilities, and yet my cock is still, for all intents and purposes, half erect.
Mia recovers first, pushes my hand from her neck, and scoots away on her elbows.
“What the hell was that?” she signs.
“Your attempts at looking angry are an utter failure. Might want to try again when your face doesn’t look freshly fucked—and pleased, if I might add.”
She glares.
“To answer your question, that was, as we agreed, demonstrating one of my kinks.” I grin. “Somnophilia for the win.”