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If he hadn’t previously taken them from me.
“Hands! Now!” His deep, demanding tone startles me from my thoughts, and I immediately raise them both above my head. Gripping my wrists in one of his hands, he holds them tightly above my head. His free hand slightly lifts his shirt to move it from his cock, exposing his rock-hard abs thoroughly covered in intricate tattoos.
I should not be this turned on and scared at the same time.
“Open your mouth,” he commands as his hand wraps around the base of his shaft. Tipping his cock toward my lips, he squeezes my wrists harder when I don’t immediately comply. My lips slightly part, and he rubs the soft skin of his tip against my lips, smearing his precum over them before snarling, “Fucking wider.”
I stare up at him, my mouth open wide, as his tip rests on my lower lip. He doesn’t move. He merely stares down at me until spittle begins to dribble down my chin.
Pushing his hips forward, he slides the head of his cock over the length of my tongue, stilling again as he approaches my throat. My lips instinctually wrap around his shaft.
“Look at me,” his voice slightly softer, “I’m going to fuck your face and shove my cock down your throat until those pretty pink lips of yours are red and swollen.”
He doesn’t wait for a reaction; he pulls back and thrusts the entirety of his length into my mouth. It hits the back of my throat, and I gag as he continues to slam into me. Without hesitation, he firmly repeats the motion, and I gag violently around his cock, while fighting back the involuntary urge to vomit. My gags cause him to groan and only take my mouth harder.
I pull at his tight grip around my wrists as he withdraws from my throat, hoping desperately to stop, or at least slow, his next violent thrust. He doesn’t release my arms and instead tightens his already bruisingly tight hold on me.
“Look at you,” he groans while releasing his grip on my hair. “Mi reinaon her fucking knees, eagerly taking my cock like a greedy little whore.”
Unable to speak, my mouth full of his cock, I look up at him with pleading eyes hoping for just a little mercy. Mercy that doesn’t come as he takes my throat again and again. Gagging repeatedly, I can feel tears, spit, and snot running down my face as he continues to have his way with me.
“Mi reina. Crying tears of joy because she’s so fucking grateful to be servicing my cock,” he grunts out the words as he continues to thrust down my throat. “Is that tight little cunt of yours also weeping for my cock?”
Yes…
As ashamed and repulsed as it makes me, I cannot deny what his savage words and brutal thrusts do to me. I can feel the dampness of my arousal dripping onto my thighs.
His cock grows rigid in my mouth, and I gag around him once more as I wait for him to release his cum down my throat or into my mouth. Animalistic roars billow from him as he pulls himself from my mouth seconds before I feel his warm cum splatter across my cheeks and chin.
“You’re fucking beautiful in my cum.”
Using his grip on my wrists to pull me from the floor, he spins me before bending me over the bed and shoving the side of my face into the mattress.
“This is who I am,mi reina,” his hard body presses against my back. Pinning me to the bed, his large hand firmly holds my face against the mattress. The other hand presses against my pussy as he whispers into my ear, “but I will always worship you with the same brutality.”
His fingers drive into me, blissfully and painfully demanding that I come for him. My screams are muffled by the blankets, and he forces orgasm after orgasm from me. I can barely hold my eyes open when he slowly slides his fingers from me.
“I can’t fucking get enough of you,mi reina,” his lips vibrate against my ear before traveling down my neck.
nineteen
ALEXYS
Rolling over when the alarm goes off, every inch of my body is sore. The groan rising from my lungs burns as it rattles through my throat, and my hand rubs over my neck, trying to soothe the discomfort beneath it. My other hand dips between my body and the bed, tenderly cupping my equally sore pussy.
Fuck.
The last things I remember are his fingers violently thrusting inside of me as he repeatedly whispered in my ear about belonging to him, how he can’t get enough of me, and the sheer pleasure he gets from worshipping me. His fingers roughly demanding that I come for him as his lips tenderly kissed along the back of my neck.
My pussy clenches at the recollection, and I groan at the twinge of discomfort it causes.
I don’t recall him stopping or remember him leaving; the soreness I feel to my bones, the scent of him on my skin, and the stains of blood and cum as I lift my face solidify that it wasn’t a dream. Every bit of it was real.
Tenderly climbing from the bed, I make my way to the kitchen for a much-needed glass of water. Stepping into the room, I’m surprised to find a bag of groceries on the counter. Peeking into the bag, it’s the same items I dropped in the alley last night.
Did he really take the time to go shopping and replace them last night?
Noticing the envelope by the bag, I open it to pull out a heavy-weighted note card.
