He slapped my ass and, all gentleness thrown to the curb, started pounding me without a hint of mercy. I didn’t even go through the moaning phase, I went straight to screaming, his thick cock completely ravaging my tight pussy. I wasn’t so sure if it would remain that tight once he was done with me. I still couldn’t understand how he fit inside of me - I could think of a few anatomical arguments in defence of the impossibility of it -, but the fact was that his cock simply felt perfect there, filling me completely. Whatever DNA he had that made his cock that big, he sure had lucked out on the genetic lottery. Alright, I was the one who had lucked out, being that I was the one his thick cock pleasured.
He grabbed my hair in a bunch, his other hand all over my ass as his cock beat down on me. I rested my forehead against the wall, tears of pleasure almost coming out of my eyes as bright colors exploded behind my eyelids. I came in a fury of sensations, gritting my teeth at the intensity of it. It was my second time with him and yet I was sure I had had more orgasms than some women will ever have. I pitied every woman that didn’t have the chance to be fucked like that - of course, I also didn’t want them to be fucked like that since that would inevitably involve Silas fucking them. And that was a big no-no. Screw sharing: when it came to Silas’ cock I was a full blown capitalist, robber baron style.
Grabbing me by the hips, he motioned for me to turn around. I turned on my heels, my legs still wobbly from the orgasm, and rested my back against the wall. His grin almost turned into a snarl as he placed both his hands on my ass cheeks and pulled me into him, lifting me up from the ground as he did so. I reacted instinctively and laced my legs around his back, my arms over his shoulders. Holding me like that, he pinned me against the wall and lowered myself just enough for the tip of his cock to brush against my pussy. He eased me down, his member entering me once again with that raw fury that was obliterating all decency from me.
I swayed my hips over his cock as he leaned in to kiss me. Holding me against the wall he thrust his hips hard, ramming his cock into me in such a way that I couldn’t help but wonder if my pussy could take such a beating, no matter how delicious the punishment. Thing was, that hard torturous pounding of his was making my heart gallop and send boiling blood to my veins, pleasure snaking inside me and sinking its fangs into my mind. With one hard thrust of his that poisonous ecstasy spread through my body like wildfire and I screamed once more, oblivious to the whole world. I tightened my pussy like a vice as I came, my fingernails clawing at his back. I felt the urge to bite his neck, just an outlet to so much pleasure, but I stopped myself from doing so as I didn’t want to tear a chunk out of him. It probably wouldn’t be something very polite to do, ruining a man so perfect as him.
Silas put me down gently - but the moment my feet touched the floor, I jumped on him like a wildcat. I put my hands on his chest and pushed him to the ground, climbing on top of him as a predator pounding on its prey. I grabbed the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head; his fingers went straight to the back of my bra, unhooking it and throwing it to the side, baring my breasts. I leaned over, swaying from side to side and allowing my breasts to dangle free right in front of his face. As I expected - and wanted him to - he grabbed one breast and took his mouth to my nipple, sucking on it as if he could savor all of me through it.
I grabbed his cock by the root and guided it towards my pussy; grasping it firmly, I rubbed its tip up and down my pussy. It felt so good to do that, having him at my mercy. Lucky for him, I couldn’t wait to feel his throbbing desire inside me once again. And so I let him, his shaft sliding in until his tip hit a spot that sent sparks flying from head to toe. He slid out and then in again, brushing against that sweet spot once more. He upped the pace and started thrusting his hips upwards as I bounced on him, each time his cock went in drawing a moan out of me. I never knew I’d end up being so noisy during sex, but I figured that having a cock that big inside of me kinda made it impossible for me to be quiet. Not that I’m complaining - far from it, actually.
I went like that until I felt an orgasm creeping in, threatening to take hold and finally deciding to simply take me by assault. I placed my hands on his chest for support as my body convulsed, and I screamed until my throat hurt.
More, more, more - that was the only thing echoing inside my head, like some kind of depraved mantra. I obliged happily. I took my knees off the floor and put my feet there, squatting over Silas with his cock still inside me. He gave me his hands and I held them for support as I started to move up and down, my pussy swallowing his cock ravenously. I threw my head back, feeling my hair cascade down my shoulders, and let out a purr of pleasure that made me smile in delight. Damn, I just needed to smile - perfection deserved at least that.
Moving as fast as a snake Silas made me roll to the side, his cock still inside of me. With my back on the floor and Silas on top of me, I could finally let him do the effort - I lay back as he started thrusting once more. He grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs up, position my feet on his shoulders; satisfied with that position he started to fuck me as if he was possessed by the God of Holy Fucks. There was no better way to describe it - the way he moved was so focused and intense, so fast and relentless that he didn’t seem a man, but a God instead.
“Silas…” I moaned his name almost prayer-like as I came once more, my body starting to lose all its strength. I twitched in pleasure once, my limbs slightly flailing against the floor; I was ready to collapse and allow myself to be carried away into unconsciousness, so I had to act fast. Instead of surrendering to exhaustion, I rolled to the side and, placing myself on all fours, wiggled my ass at Silas as a final invitation.
Like a cat he moved quickly, hooking his hands under my hips and positioning himself behind me. I could feel by the way he touched me that there would be no more rolling around - he meant business, and he wouldn’t let go of me until he shot all his cum inside me. That sounded about perfect.
He slapped my ass with the back of his hand once and then twice, and I was sure he had left a very noticeable red mark there. All the better, as far as I was concerned. I didn’t know why, but I just loved when he handled me like that… Sure, making love and being all romantic was great. But sometimes a girl just wants someone to fuck her brains out. The moment he thrust his cock in me I knew that was what he was about to do. He came at me hard and unforgiving, holding me in place as his movements grew fiercer and almost violent.
“Harder… Harder…” I begged of him, not knowing if I could actually survive his concept of harder. Turns out, I could.
I gritted my teeth and braced for impact as I felt his whole body tense up. I couldn’t understand how he managed to resist cumming all those times he had made me reach climax, but I was learning to know when he was close to the edge. And he was there, dangling one feet over the edge and preparing to leap into it - his fingers curled like hooks over my hips and he rammed his cock inside me with such strength that I couldn’t help but scream and be taken hostage by an orgasm that broke through my body without a warning. I screamed and howled as a tidal wave of fierce pleasure surged through me - and still, he held me firmly in place, pounding me mercilessly. Then he went even faster, his breathing low and ragged. His cock twitched hard inside me and I felt his spasms inside me as his cum flooded the condom. I stayed in place as his cock jerked against my inner walls, the cum that gushed out of him filling up the condom to capacity.
I could hear him breathing harshly, his cock pulsing and shooting his semen for what seemed like forever. When it was over, I could feel the tip of the condom filled to the brim inside my pussy, and I found myself wondering how the hell it didn’t leak and spill his seed inside me, dripping down my legs straight to the floor.
Still inside my pussy, he leaned into me, resting his face against my back and holding me in a tight embrace. When he pulled out, I simply rolled to the side and stared at the ceiling, still breathing hard and dizzy from all of it. Silas was by my side, and I reached for his hand with mine, curling m
y fingers over his.
“Becca…” He whispered, his voice low and gentle, but serious all the same. “I love you.”
Did I expect him to say it? I don’t know. But hearing those words coming out of his lips… Was there anything else in the world I could want more than that? Squeezing his hand on mine, I smiled.
“I love you too… I really do.”
It was hard to believe, but I wasn’t dreaming. It was real, all of it. In that moment, I was the happiest girl in the world, there was no doubt about it.
17
Silas
The sun hit me in the face like a sledgehammer and I opened my eyes groggily.
And immediately fucking smiled. Sleeping next to me was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was on her side with her back to me and nestled into my body, her body rising and falling with each breath she took.
"Are you awake?" her voice came out. I sidled up even closer to her to indicate that I was. She pushed her ass back into me, wiggling it and giggling slightly. My cock was ready to go - ten inches of pussy pleasing power at her beck and call. All she had to do was be in my presence and I'd be ready.
"Well, good morning, Your Highness," she said cheerily, turning over on her back as I got on my elbow and kissed her. "I see we're standing at attention today."
"Always, love, for the prettiest girl in the world," I said in between kisses on her shoulders and her neck.
"Is that how you greet all your women?" she asked, running her fingers through my hair.
"Just you," I said, feeling no remorse in swearing off all other women for the rest of my life. "I want to no one else. Ever."
She gasped and pulled me closer, spreading her legs at the same time. I grinned at her as my fingers found the folds to her entrance and began to stroke lightly. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she gripped onto me.
I reached for a condom, when Becca stopped me, holding out her hand. I looked at her in askance.
"I forgot to tell you, I have an IUD," she said, with a grin.
"Forgot to tell me?" I ask, my eyebrows rising.
She shrugged. "Maybe I just wanted to see more of that cock before you stuck it in me," she said, sticking out her tongue.
I fucking love this woman, I thought.
She pulled me closer and I could feel her wrap her legs around me. It was going to be a good morning.
We got out of bed an hour or so later and made our way to the shower. I stared at her ass as she walked ahead of me, turning on the water. I felt the beads of water refresh me as they pelted my skin. She turned towards me and looked at my tattoos. She ran her hands over them.
"Where did you get these?" she asked.
I pointed to the tattoo of the Royal Eagle on my shoulder. "I got this in Special Task Force 3, I said to her. Me and the boys. We were going into a hornet’s nest and wanted to make sure we were properly inked in case we didn't make it out alive."
I point to the crown with thorns. "I got this while in the Academy," I say, pointing. She runs her fingers around the crown with the thorns surrounding my left bicep. I was the only noble there who volunteered for the war. People looked up to me and I needed to be a leader. I took the lads out drinking and thought it'd be a good idea."
"What about this one?" she said, drawing her fingers over the large tattoo of the skull with two guns on my left pectoral.
"I got that after the war," I said, voice steady. "I was in a bad place, love. I could never forget. This helps me never forget my mates, no matter what."
She looked up at me. "What happened that made you build this life? What made you run away from the world?"
Thoughts go through my mind, rushing into my brain like the water coming out of the faucet. The fateful night Force Team 3 was sent out into the mountain cave. We were asked to soften up the tribal defenses for a Qaeda-affiliated opium growing tribe.
We landed with no major issues, but they were waiting for us. They knew we'd be coming.
See over the last couple months, I'd made a pretty good name for myself as a ruthless solider. The locals knew who I was. They called me the 'Royal Devil' and everyone knew that if you were on our side, fighting for good, then I'd make sure you got your relief aid, that the soldiers would protect your villages from Al Qaeda retaliatory strikes, and that we'd provide fresh water and electricity as soon as we could. But they knew that if you double-crossed me or fought for the enemy, I'd order my team to strike at you when you least expected it, give you a chance to surrender and pacify you to fuck all.
In months, we had won the hearts and minds of people who had never thought they'd be free. I didn't shy away from difficult missions. Where other commanders may wish to skirt it, or push it to another unit, I took them with glee.
So they built a trap, pretending it was one force but heavily entrenched and sent out some infiltrators among the villagers who told tales of bandits in the mountains that they knew would make me come after them. They picked the location of their choosing - a small mountain valley with only one way in and out and once we landed, they cut it off.
My decision. I led them to death. I think back to the two weeks where we ran, hid, fought, and tried to survive, waiting rescue.
"Hey," I heard Becca say and I snapped back to reality. All of a sudden, all the thoughts of death that had always intruded on me are washed away by looking at her. Almost as if I had cleaned myself figuratively in the shower, being with Becca begins to cleanse me of the guilt. She's looking at me with concern. "Where'd you go?" she asked.
This woman has saved you, I thought to myself and smiled, truly smiled for the first time in a long time. She saw me and smiled too, her wet hair looking oh so sexy under the shower.
"I was thinking about this, love," I said and I grabbed her ass, pulling her closer. The shower was huge - it could fit at least three other women. I'd never tried it, but I thought all the time. I turned on the water sprays from the sides, and she squealed as she landed against my body. I began squeezing her ass cheeks, my cock hardening at the sensations of her beautiful flesh which I was kneading.
"God, Silas," she said, partially in awe. "Don't you ever get tired?" she asked, taking her hand and stroking my cock which was now hard as a fucking brick.
"You want me to stop?" I asked, grinning as my eyes scanned her body lewdly.
"Not on your life, Mister," she said, lifting up her leg in a way that showed me just how flexible she was. I leaned her over the shower wall and proceeded a different type of invasion.
"I have to have lunch with Mother," Becca said as she slipped back into her evening gown to leave my room. I knew it would look weird that she was still wearing the same thing from last night, but the sun was just up and people weren't stirring in the palace yet so I figured it should be safe. "But I'll see you after?"
I was staring at her, from the moment she slipped on her thong and put her bra back on to now, where she was zipping herself up. I could feel my cock twitch and if she had suggested we fuck one more time, I would have gladly obliged.
"Sure, love," I reply. "I'm just going to hit the foundation really quick. Be back by the time you're done." My eyes wandered over her sexy body and I suppressed a shudder of desire.
"What?" she asked, her eyelashes batting, knowing exactly what was going through my mind.
"You're the most beautiful woman on the face of this planet, love, that's all," I said, looking straight at her.
She blushed. "I can't believe you want more," she said. "Already I'm going to have a hard time walking."
I smiled as she gave me a grin and walked the door. I couldn't help myself as I watched that ass sway back and forth. Fuck, I wanted her again.
With Becca off to her room, I got ready and Pearson got the car. He seemed surprised to see me so happy and not hungover.
I texted Becca on the way to the Foundation.
"I love you," I wrote out and hit send.
I waited for a moment till I saw that she read it. "I love you too,"
she texted back.
"I want to fuck you badly when I get back," I wrote out.
"You're crazy," came her response.
"Crazy for you, love," was all I wrote.
By then the car had approached the Foundation and I got out. It was true. I was crazy about this girl. Maybe as obsessed with her, or even more, than she was with me.
Cherry was already sitting at her usual place when I got into the office.
"You have a visitor," she said as I walked in. "Lady Nadia is waiting for you in your office."
And just like that, my mood went from amazing to sour. I regretted ever having gone through Nadia's family who were set up in various countries already to get my Foundation off the ground. At the time, with everything in Afghanistan it seemed right. While Nadia knew I had an office, she didn't know specifically for what, but still, I hated that she even knew to find me here.
Frowning, I stalked into my office, ready to tell this bitch to get the hell out of my life.
"Silas," she said as she saw me coming into the office. She was sitting behind my desk and she stood up. "You really have a wonderful view from here," she said, eyeing me up and down.
Fuck, and they say I'm the fucking narcissist, I thought to myself.
"What do you want, Nadia?" I asked.
"Nothing, dear," she said, coming up to me. "I just wanted to see if you were doing okay. You disappeared from the ball after dancing with your sister."
"You mean my stepsister, Becca?" I asked through clenched teeth. "Yes, I wasn't feeling well," I said, hating having to lie.
"Poor baby," she said, walking past the desk and coming up to me. "Anything I can do to make you feel better?"
She was blinking her eyelashes trying to look sexy, but at that moment looked like a retarded fucking owl.
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