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But she doesn’t speak, and that’s when concern niggles at me. I didn’t cut her air supply altogether, I’m sure of that.
Then again, I might’ve scared her, hurt her. I could’ve gone over the line where pain flirts with pleasure. Every woman is different, and no hymen-breaking experience is the same.
So to think Prue is extra sensitive, and that she’s traumatized by what I’ve done…I can’t bear it.
“Prue?”
“Mm-hmm?”
I release the pressure on her throat, leaning close with my cock still buried deep inside her cunt. “How are you doing there, baby?”
Prue angles her head toward me, however much her body allows her. Her breaths are heavy, her eyes nearly pitch-black as lust overtakes them.
“I’m good.” Her hoarse voice has me tightening the grip on her bottoms on a reflex. “Like I said…” She swipes her tongue along her bottom lip, driving me well into madness. “Don’t…stop.”
“You’re one filthy virgin, Three.” I reach around her, clenching my fingers on her breast. I pull on it, groaning at the small scream she lets out. Fuck the neighbors. “I’m gonna have a lot of fun stretching your pussy to the shape of my cock.”
Prue’s moans of pleasure echo in the night around us as I start plowing into her. She chokes on water and from the soaked bottom I have around her throat.
The control I have over her and the lack of oxygen are all a part of the game.
All a part of me ruining her for any other man.
Possessiveness and obsessiveness, much like sadism, haven’t been a part of me. Of my vocabulary. Or maybe they were. Maybe they’ve been there forever, festering under a serene and somber exterior, biding their time. Waiting for Prue.
“Fuck,” I let out, my hips pummeling into her, shaking the water of the pool with the force of my thrusts. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”
“Oh, gosh, yes.”
Casting my gaze lower, I see her fingers sinking into the inside of her palms. Looking so fucking beautiful in the restraints.
And her hymen blood. The erotic red liquid curling around her ass and my hips, blotches of crimson in the turquoise water.
A mental image I’ll remember for the rest of my goddamn life.
“You’re getting there, aren’t you?” I slip my fingers to her clit, stroking, tugging, kneading between my fingers.
“Yes. So close.” Prue watches me.
At that moment, I realize she has ruined me for all other women.
No other eyes, no other pussy, no other body will be remotely as good as hers.
“You’re gonna come with me.” My fingers tease the right spot, needing to orchestrate our climaxes in unison. “Gonna milk my cock dry just when my cum shoots up your pussy. Understood?”
“Yes,” she breathes, her walls starting to contract around me. “Please, let me come.”
“Do it.” I pinch her nub, twisting it to get her there. “Come on my dick, Prue. Now.”
I feel it the second she does.
Goosebumps prickle my skin, and my breath gets caught in my throat as she clenches and unclenches around me. As I drive so deep inside her that her body and mine are being thrusted forward with the force of my orgasm.
In a moment of lucidity, I’m thankful for the water we splashed all around us, the lubricant that keeps her cheek from scratching on the deck.
I release the last of my seed inside her and tend to Prue.
“You’ve been a good girl, Prue.” While grabbing her waist in a firm grip, I slowly let go of her bottoms, placing them beside her head, and moving to untie the knot on her wrists. “Have taken my cock so well.”
