When I see the bored look on his face, my chest tightens and my face heats up in anger.
I grip his dick tighter, a part of me hoping it hurts, but he doesn’t move an inch, just continuing to watch me as if the morning papers are more interesting. I lean forward, wrapping my lips around the head of his dick. I let my tongue swirl around the tip, tasting his salty precum.
I close my eyes, trying not to think too hard on the man attached to the dick. I find my groove, hollowing my jaws and wrapping my lips tightly. I keep a strong grip on his cock, four fingers under his balls and my thumb right on the base. It’s not until I hear him let out a small groan that I feel satisfaction. And I go to work even harder, determined to get him off.
His hand wraps in my hair, pulling hard as his hips suddenly thrust up. His dick hits the back of my throat and I gag but he doesn’t give a fuck as he slams right back into my mouth. My hand leaves his dick, moving to his thigh. My nails dig into the skin and my vision goes a little sideways as I gag. Just when I think I’m going to throw up, he roughly pulls me off his dick. I cough, my body racking.
I’m just starting to come back to my senses when my head is jerked back over his cock. Spit and precum slip between my lips as Maximo continues to use me. I try to focus on the rough, vicious movement because it keeps me from focusing too hard on the fact that this isn’t turning me off.
If I thought I was wet before, then it’s like an ocean leaking out of my pussy now. And I have the horrible feeling that if I just slide my legs together a little more, really give my thighs a good squeeze, I may just come.
Maximo jerks me off of him, pain ripping through my scalp as he tosses me back to the ground. I cough, spittle landing on the ground. Tears are streaming down my face and my vision is a little blurry. I lift a hand, wiping the mess away.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watch as Maximo climbs to his feet. He takes two steps before he’s on me. He grabs my arm, yanking it away from my face. When his hand moves to my back next, pushing hard on the spot between my shoulders, I go crashing back to the floor.
I manage to brace myself with my free hand but the impact is still hard. Maximo releases my arm. A weight presses down in the middle of my back, keeping me plastered to the floor and I have a suspicious feeling that it’s Maximo’s foot.
My dress has ridden all the way up now, a cool breeze blowing across my ass. The floor feels cool against my stomach. I try to prop myself up, my hands slipping in the spit from early and I go crashing right back into the ground.
The foot leaves my back, replaced by the full weight of Maximo’s body as he covers my back completely, his hot body warming me. I feel his cock sliding between my cheeks as he thrusts against me without penetrating.
Pinpricks dart across my skin and my pussy grows hotter.
“God, how I wanted to throw you down and fuck you at the party the other night. Watching you fight and get aggressive, I couldn’t help but wonder how it’d feel to have you trying to get away from me again, just like the old times,” he mutters as his dick continues to slide between my cheeks, leaving precum in its wake. “But you’re not fighting me now, are you, mouse?”
He doesn’t give me time to answer as he lets out a groan before his dick is sliding down. He slams into my pussy without preamble and a sound between a whimper and a whine leaves my lips.
He thrusts into me, the strokes long and hard. His heat leaves my back as he raises up and pain shoots through my shoulder as he plants a heavy hand there, keeping me down. His other hand slides under me, dipping under the top of my dress and bra until he finds my naked breast.
His fingers squeeze my nipple and I let out a small scream.
He doesn’t slow down as he sends my body into sensory overload, continuing to slam into me. My fingers curl into the palms of my hands, my fingernails biting into the flesh hard enough to break skin. But still, it doesn’t ground me.
Maximo pinches my nipple again and the pleasure-pain has me feeling like I’m losing my mind.
Tears stream down my face and I can feel my orgasm building up. When Maximo gives a hard thrust that scoots me across the floor, my orgasm slams right into me.
Sounds leave my lips but I can’t make sense of them as my vision goes white. It feels like every nerve ending on my body has been lit on fire. I’m just barely aware of Maximo’s cum flooding me as he digs his nails into my shoulder.
My body goes completely limp, my chest heaving as it tries to catch up to the present.
Maximo pulls out of me.
He doesn’t say anything as he moves over to his pants, pulling them back up his hips. I don’t even try to get up from the floor, only turning my head to watch him as he pads over to the door.
He doesn’t spare me a glance before he’s stepping out of the room, slamming the door closed and leaving me spread eagle on the ground, well fucked, both physically and mentally.