“Femme fontaine,it’s the French expression for a woman who squirts under so much pleasure. She releases ‘la fontaine de jouissance,’ that juice this pussy lets out when I fuck you like this.” His voice was nasty and thick with hunger. “Canada’s bilingual, baby. You thought Iwasn’tgoing to fuck you in both languages?”
He worked my clit harder, rougher, while his fingers fucked me deeper, rubbing my G-spot until I couldn’t breathe.
“Je veux une fontaine de jouissance,bébé. Je veux que cette chatte gicle pour moi.”
I want a fountain of juices. I want this pussy to squirt for me.
“I wanna see this pussy squirt, watch you soak this bed. That sticky mess dripping everywhere. Can you do that for me, baby?”
He sped up, hand flying over my clit, fingers thrusting as if he needed to ruin me. His tongue slid into my ear, teasing my earlobe before whispering more dirty talk. His voice was commanding and filled with heat. My whole body was shaking. My thighs clenched. My hips rolled up against his hand without control.
“Can you squirt for me, gorgeous? I want this pussy to squirt for me.”
His arm flexed, muscles hard beneath my skin as his hand pushed me harder, deeper.
I lost it, trembling everywhere, crying, begging, coming undone. “Oh my God, I… I can’t hold it anymore… I’m coming—”
“Yes, that’s it. Flood this bed. Give me everything. I want a fucking fountain.”
He slapped my clit, relentless, until something in me snapped. Pleasure broke and I let go—hot jets squirting out, soaking the sheets, soaking his hand, his arm, everything. I sobbed, my body shaking, mind blank, lost in the mess and the wild, filthy freedom of it.
Never in my life had I thought I could come that hard, lose my mind completely and let everything go. I felt drained, like he’d wrung out my soul and kept it in the palm of his hand.
“Tu es parfaite bébé… Look how good you look when you make such a mess.J’aime quand tu me donnes tout. I love it when you release all this just for me. You’re so perfect for me baby. So beautiful and perfect.Tu es tellement belle.”
Knox kept whispering filthy FrenchandEnglish words in my ear as he kissed my neck, his fingers still stroking my pussy, making me ride the aftershocks. I should have felt embarrassed, but I didn’t. I fucking loved it. I loved what he turned me into.
“Oui… that’s it, baby. This pussy squirts so fucking good. Now you’re ready for this dick. You want it inside you?”
“Yes… Please… I want you…” I whimpered with tears on my cheeks, my whole body shaking.
“I’m going to fuck this pussy raw. You hear me? This is my shit, baby. This pussy belongs to me,” he claimed, still rubbing, still making me feel it.
“Hmmm… yes…”
I knew I should have asked him to wear a condom, but I was too far gone to care about any damn thing. I was dying soon anyway, so it didn’t matter if I caught anything. “I’m clean,” Imanaged to say.
He rolled me onto my side, lifted my leg, and I felt the heavy weight of his dick sliding against my entrance. I was high, mind foggy from everything he’d just done to me, barely aware as he lined himself up, only realizing what was happening when I felt him thrust in. The pain tore through me and I screamed, the sound ripping out of my chest.
“Fuck!!!”
My cry was so raw, so loud, he pulled out instantly. He flipped me onto my back, eyes searching, seeing the tears streaking down my face.
“Are you still a virgin?” he asked, his voice worried.
I just nodded, breathless, still hurting and unable to say a word.
“Fuck!!” he groaned furiously. “You’re a virgin and you decided to give this pussy to just any random guy? That’s fucked up!”
His jaw was clenched, his brow furrowed in anger.
But underneath the anger, I saw something wild in his eyes, something I couldn’t quite name, but it was in his whole body and consuming me at the same time.
Chapter Eight
KONFLICT KORVEN
She was a fucking virgin, and I never saw it coming. All this time I’d pictured other men having her, touching her, fucking her, stealing what should have been mine from the start. I’d spent nights eaten alive by jealousy, wanting to track down every guy she ever smiled at, just because the thought of anyone else tasting her drove me crazy. But all along, she was untouched. Nobody had ever had her the way I just did. Nobody had slipped inside her, not until me.
