by Pamela Ann
“Jesus, baby, that mouth is criminal,” I grated out as I unknowingly lifted my hips, wanting more. My eyes were enthralled, captivated at the minx working on me. The angry veins on my cock showed just how appreciative it was.
My cock was about to explode, and I couldn’t get enough of watching her. This shit was so damn beautiful to look at.
Then I got greedy. My hand eagerly found itself on the top of her head, guiding her mouth lower, closer to the base as I felt her esophagus contract around my girth. Slowly pushing her head farther down before a loud uninhibited growl ripped through me from the intense pleasure.
“Take it all. Open that pretty, little mouth and show me how much you love choking on my cock, Cara.”
She moaned in response, giving me the green light, before she relaxed her throat and swallowed my fat cock whole. Tears slid down her face, while I was in absolute ecstasy.
With my free hand, I made my way to the hem of her dress, seeking her smooth ass before I spanked it hard. Once. Twice. Thrice. Her cunt was drenched, ripe for raw fucking.
I sought the tiny string of her thong that sat above the crack of her ass and yanked the T stitched together before dropping her useless underwear on the floor.
Since Cara was delightfully offering her body, she was going to get fucked in all holes. By the time she had to shoot another sex scene, she’d have difficulty opening her legs.
I’m going to fuck her brains out like I’ve never done before. If she thought me rough before, she was in for an awakening.
My palm landed on her ass in three rapid successions, making her moan around my manhood. Then my heated hand struck her soaked pussy lips, slapping it so hard she screamed around dick. The vibrations resonated around my shaft, magnifying the pleasure ten-fold.
I’m going to murder this tiny, little pussy, I silently promised as I soothed her wet cunt, rubbing it in circles. I was going to fuck her so deep her cervix would be bruised. I was going to stretch her so wide that her clit would be so sensitive that walking would be a discomfort.
“Do you want to be my little fuck doll tonight, Cara?”
She came up for air, saliva dripped around her chin while her lips rested against the bulbous mushroom tip of my cock. It made me spurt a little cream all over that sweet, little lip of hers.
“Please … I need you,” she begged before that wicked tongue slurped the cream I had granted her.
My cock took control of me, and I wasn’t going to deny its wishes. The wicked minx knew how to get my blood rushing down south.
Without hesitation, I roughly used my hand to push her head down my turgid member while I inserted two fingers into the wet hole. She was so fucking tight I only could only use one digit. My dick got harder at the thought of breaking that little precious hole open to accommodate my size.
My finger dipped into her soaked well, stroking her a little before pulling it out and coating her other hole, massaging it slowly, coaxing it to relax.
Momentarily halting our foreplay, I lifted her weightless body and situated her on the edge of the back of the sofa, facing away from me. The mirrored walls added to the erotic visuals. There was nothing like seeing raunchy sex happen in all angles.
“I need you to spread wide and back your ass all the way out. I want full access to both holes,” I commanded as I lowered the top of her dress, freeing her perfectly round breasts.
She was a dancer, flexible as a pretzel, as she stretched her legs across, as wide as her body allowed. The movement made her dress hitch up, exposing all the delights I craved to desecrate.
I took a moment to appreciate this gorgeous, cock-raging display in front of me before our eyes clashed in the mirror. Her beautiful face flushed with wanton excitement. Lust shone in our eyes, consumed in each other’s passions.
Without breaking eye contact, I snaked my hand around her before wrapping it around her dainty neck. Her lips parted and her body lightly shuddered as she watched me dip my head next to her ear. “Which hole do you want to be ruined first?” I grunted out, breathing down her flushed skin, anticipation mounting with each passionate second.
“Anywhere you like. Fuck me for your own pleasure, not mine. Take as much as you want. I’m not going to stop you.” Her eyes dilated as she tilted her head, panting, pliant as she surrendered to me.
Damn, she was sexy as fuck. A man could get used to this unparalleled treatment, to be treated like a damn king, granted all access without hesitation, without limitation.
Her ass could wait. Her pussy wept, begging to be obliterated.
Dropping my pants down, I gripped my girth as I roughly jerked it, eyes glued to the little pink opening that contracted every few seconds, awaiting my supreme blessing.
I slapped the tip of my shaft against her clit, evoking a high-pitched moan from her. Guiding the thick, engorged head, I watched as I began to apply pressure against the contracting muscle. I hissed at the exquisite feeling of her tightness swallowing my head, choking it.
I took a steady breath, and then another, before I slightly withdrew then propelled forward, thrusting with all my might, impaling my entire length into her tight cunt in one swift motion. Her cunt was …
Pure. Motherfucking. NIRVANA.
This snug, little pussy fucking took me to another dimension. It was so damn miraculous that I’d sell my soul just to experience the ultimate high it granted me. And I craved nothing more but to possess it, use it until my balls ran out of semen.
Tightening the hold around her neck, I licked her ear as I groaned with each blinding plunge into her drenched channel, stretching her upper body to a beautiful curve as she took the rough hammering of her sacred passage like a pro.
Every time I come, it’ll be in your sweet, little cunt.” I emphasized each word with a hard thrust, pounding deep into her womb.
“To the very last drop,” Cara moaned, out of her mind, drugged up from the ecstasy my dick produced with each stroke. “Your cock is king … it’s so good to me,” she panted, then moaned out my name as I bit into her neck while the onslaught of my dick took her to new sublime heights. “It hurts me good … It punishes me so good …”
Dirty talk. There was nothing sexier than a woman owning her love of dick.
And it punished her, just as she requested. Three times in the club. Five times back in the hotel room.
After the eighth session, we were both panting hard. Cara could barely lift her body from the abuse she had received from her ravaged holes.
My eyes zeroed in on her parted legs. I roughly parted her red pussy lips, admiring the beautiful scene before me. Just as I had promised earlier, her cunt overflowed with my thick white cream. Her pussy lips looked used, raw from thorough fucking.
I spanked her sore clitoris, thanking it for a job well done. “Good pussy.”
Cara twitched from the impact. “You can use me, you know. I can be your little fuck doll. I’ll be your whore … Just don’t shut me out altogether. I’m desperate for you,” the half-dazed woman mumbled into the sheets.
Her words made me halt before I shifted and backed my body against the headboard while I lavishly stared at her exposed body. My fingers itched to touch her, caress her soft skin, but I willed myself not to. Tenderness meant weakness, and right now, I needed as much distance as this bed allowed.
“While you get to fuck around, and I get to do that with other girls, too? Is that what you’re proposing, Cara?” Her jealousy would eat her alive. She wouldn’t be able to handle it. So, why stoop this low?
“If that’s what it takes … then I’ll take it …” she trailed off, lifting her head and groggily gazing straight into my heart. “However, I offer you something other girls don’t,” she proudly stated, baiting me.
“And what would that be?”
Cara sure knew how to get my attention.
“Complete submission.” She was clearly wide awake now and ready to negotiate her way back into my life. “If you don’t want to fuck me, I won’t mi
nd. You can use my mouth; I know how much you love that. You can do whatever you want. I’m at your disposal.”
Who had hijacked Cara, and who was this new woman in front of me?
“If you are this eager to please me, then why have you deprived me of such pleasures before?”
The minx shifted, pushing her upper body with the use of her arm, lifting those beautiful breasts with bite marks on them.
Damn, I really went berserk on her. What had she expected after surprising me like that? I had never been so hard in my life. Hands down, that was the best sex of my life.
“Last night was the first time for me, too. I was insecure; that’s why I didn’t. But last night called for drastic measures, and I was desperate. I actually found myself loving it. I didn’t realize how turned on I’d be catering to your needs.”
My heart pounded against my chest. I had to wonder if she was fucking with my mind. Cara—the old Cara—would never go down this route. She was too uptight, terrified to break the mold she had built around herself. By offering this arrangement, I remained unconvinced.
“You really want to degrade yourself, Cara?”
Her eyes dropped to her fingertips, forehead creasing, taking her time to respond. “I don’t see it that way at all.” She shook her head before lifting those mesmerizing eyes, roving about my face, caressing. “I’m pleasuring the man I love. What’s so degrading with that? Your pleasures are mine, too. I’d rather you indulge them with me than … you know … with another woman.”
Flabbergasted at this new turn of events, I gawked at the sexually awakened minx who was offering my fantasies on a platter.
“I don’t know … it’ll make it harder to move on if all I do is look forward to the next time I get to have you.” She had been so fucking amazing tonight. She hadn’t complained. Anything I wanted, she had followed without thought. It was as if she had no mind of her own. She had simply taken what I gave her. If she were in some sort of discomfort, I wouldn’t have known it.
And now she was offering continuous use of her body, handing me complete power over her? This whole dominance thing could really get into a guy’s head. It was the ultimate weapon, a technique to make a man loyal and enslaved to one woman. A tale as old as time. Sex … the best sex of your life.
“I’m worth it. You know I am.” Her eyes sparkled, challenging me to take the bait.
We had broken up. My dead heart could attest to that. But my cock … My cock found a new addiction. In the form of submission.
Cara drove a hard bargain. Using the very weapon I couldn’t get enough of—my devastating addiction to her. She knew … Oh, she knew just how much her body did things to me. I fucked her in her sleep all the damn time because I craved her to distraction. I was mental for her. She knew offering her body, no holds barred, would really cause me to think twice.
If she intended to trap me, Cara understood how to achieve it.
Chapter Nineteen
Cara
“Cara …” River hesitated, torn between his mind and what his body needed. “Let me think on it. I’ll give you my answer before you leave tomorrow.”
I nodded before I timidly sought the other side of the bed and tried to sleep. Normally, River and I would be tangled together after mind-blowing sex, but tonight was the first time I fell asleep without his arms around me.
Something had to give. Whatever he required, I would endure just to have him back. I was desperate and would do anything to stop him from permanently walking away.
I loved him, and by giving him this option, I hoped he understood that this was my way of groveling. It was surprising, but the moment I had him in my mouth and seeing how livid he had become, I craved more of that look, that fierce desire that echoed within me, that need to seek for that ultimate goal of cataclysmic release.
It was late. Almost five in the morning. My back was turned, but I could feel him positioned against the headboard, still weighing things out. He wouldn’t be able to resist my offer. I knew him too well. I blew him away in every literal sense. I unleashed a new hunger that couldn’t be satiated with anyone else. He would eventually cave; he was just prolonging my suffering.
A soft smile crossed my lips as I closed my eyes, recalling how River dominated me. I clenched and unclenched my vaginal muscles, sore beyond repair. It throbbed, yearning for more. Even in my swollen state, I would welcome him again and again.
This couldn’t be goodbye. It just couldn’t be.
It was almost noon when I began to awake, in the usual manner, with River plunging between my thighs.
“Morning baby.” A sleepy smile played at my lips as I lifted my pelvis to meet his furious thrusts, opening wider for him. I slept naked for a reason. River always sought release, and that afterthought was immensely rewarded.
By the time he came, I was ready for another nap.
His chest heaved as he kissed my breasts, showering them with attention while his cock throbbed inside me, milked to the last drop.
There was nothing more precious or beautiful than seeing the man who owns your heart, spent and pleasured, after taking great liberties on your body.
Reaching out, I raked my fingers over his head, loving the intimacy we were sharing.
“Should I take this as your answer?” I spoke softly, careful not to push the issue yet needing reassurance.
His heart thudded against my belly as he looked up with his lips against my nipple, sporting a look that didn’t bring good news. “It’s selfish of me, but I couldn’t resist you … But I haven’t made up my mind yet.”
His prick is inside me, but he hasn’t decided yet?
Damn. All the confidence I had last night now evaporated into thin air. His indecision wasn’t a good sign. The ache in my heart throbbed again, reminding me that I might be hours away from walking away from his life.
I grew up with this man; I knew how his mind worked. If he hadn’t made a choice after hours of pondering, the answer wasn’t what the receiver would want to hear.
Breaking eye contact, I willed myself not to cry. There was nothing more awful than showing weakness after rejection.
“Why haven’t you made up your mind?” Fear was a rotten thing that couldn’t be helped. It cloaked me, ensuring that I understood the limited time I had with River.
“I’ll always want you, but I don’t want to get caught up with my emotions. At the end of the day, it’s just sex.” River delivered his words as if he had memorized the line all night. He probably had, and still he just had to take my body for one last ride amidst it all. Great just mighty great.
“We both have to let go. You’ll enjoy it soon enough, and someone else will give me what you’re offering. There’s nothing left for us, Cara.”
My brows furrowed. “So … you’re just …” His words slowly sunk in, zapping me back to life. My eyes snapped open, and with the use of my elbow, I slowly lifted my upper body, gazing down at the man who had just crushed my dreams of reconciliation.
You’ll enjoy it soon enough meant he was basically ending things so I could figure out what was going on with Juan?
“You’re basically saying that you want me to … go to his bed …” River didn’t care to put up a fight to keep me, not anymore.
His eyes darkened, offering me silence.
“I see …” Pressing my lips together, I sniffed before I nodded, as if understanding it all.
My insides churned. Back in the day, he would go bonkers at the thought of men touching me. He wasn’t even jealous anymore. Meaning he had thought this out. There was no use in fighting then, if he had given up. I had nothing to bargain and, quite frankly, the emotional upheaval I had gone through for the past three days had tested me to the limits, draining me out completely. I had no fight left in me.
Breathe.
Breathe, Cara.
It’s not the end of the world. You have so much going on, anyway. Maybe this could be a good sign. Things happened for a reason, remember? Let go. Just le
t go completely. River might have been my anchor, but maybe I had to sail into the vast ocean and see where it would lead me.
This is really happening … again.
Fuck.
I blew out a shaky breath, readying myself from the heartbreak that would soon follow. But first, I had to detach our bodies. However, River didn’t seem to be in any hurry, damn him.
Licking my lips, I diverted my gaze towards the window, not wanting to look him in the eye. “Um, could you please take your penis out? I need to use the bathroom.”
The man did as I asked, his laser-like eyes studying me with intensity. But I willed myself not to meet his scrutiny as I slipped out of bed, hastily grabbing my purse that sat on the nearest settee before marching into the bathroom.
Shutting the door behind me, I was about to shove the purse into the vanity when I felt it vibrate. Sliding my hand into the bag to scour for the phone, I frowned when I saw an unknown number flashing on my screen.
“Hello?” I croaked out, my throat severely dry from lack of hydration.
“Hola, Cara! It’s Juana. Did I catch you at a bad time?” Her upbeat breathy voice brought a smile to my lips.
Did we exchange number? I couldn’t recall.
“Oh, hey, you! What’s up?” Apart from her brother, I had enjoyed her company. Her sassy personality just spoke to me, and we ended up discovering we had a lot in common.
“So, I called because it’s my birthday in five weeks, and I’m personally inviting you to be there. I had so much fun the other night, and I’m sorry you couldn’t stay longer. Then I remembered my birthday’s coming up, so here’s another chance to visit Barcelona. Stay a little longer this time if you can. I promise I’ll keep my brother away from you. He’s annoying.” She laughed wickedly, knowing the love-hate relationship I had with her brother.
