“It’s time you learn how.” He pulls out his fingers and spanks me with their wetness. “Spread your legs wider and stick your ass out.”
I contemplate refusing to do as he commands, but my body wants to follow his direction word for word even if my mind doesn’t. With my dress bunched at my waist, I do exactly as he asks and hear the sound of his zipper being lowered. His body positions between my ready stance, and he shoves his cock into my overly sensitive pussy in one forceful push.
He takes hold of my hair again, tugging back to expose my neck to his teeth. Like a demon of the night, he bites and sucks, marking me as his as he drives his cock deeper and deeper inside of me.
This isn’t making love. This isn’t sex. This is fucking. Primal, raw, dick-in-cunt fucking.
He puts his finger into my mouth, forcing me to taste my own essence. He swirls it around my tongue, pushes it in and out at the same rhythm his cock is moving in and out of my sore hole. Just as I get used to the finger in my mouth, he pulls it out and places it at my anus. His finger is slick with my saliva, but the friction is still there as he pushes inside of my ass. The double penetration of his cock and finger in both of my holes is enough to make me scream out as an orgasm rocks my body without any warning.
He continues to fuck me with no mercy. It’s hard, it hurts, it’s erotic in ways I should run from, but only want more. His cock is too big, and yet I don’t want him to ever stop. In and out, he punishes. Deeper and deeper he teaches me that he is not a man to taunt and tease. With Nick, consequences will be delivered always. But what he doesn’t know is that I like his abuse. His wicked and hot-as-hell abuse.
A second orgasm nears, and just as it does, Nick pushes all the way in and fills my pussy with his seed. I picture it coating every inch inside of me, and I’ve never felt so complete.
He then pulls his cock out, replaces it with his fingers and shoves them back inside of my pussy. He doesn’t keep them inside of me for long, but instead pulls them out and runs his fingertips along my lips, coating them in both his and my cum.
“I want you to taste the two of us combined,” he orders, his breath heavy, his voice low.
I lick my lips in compliance. I taste him. I taste me. I taste us.
“That’s how it’s supposed to be. Always. You and me. Never apart.” He licks his fingers as well, closing his eyes as he does. “Never fucking apart again. Are we clear?”
“Yes,” I say as he spins me around to face him. “Never apart again.”
He lowers my dress, puts his cock back into his pants, and smiles.
“Harrison and Martha have arrived. Let’s go greet them and help them settle in,” he says, his composure regained even though I can barely stand on wobbly knees. He leans in and licks my lips as if I missed some of our cum. “Never apart again.”