“That was for writing the article in the first place.”
He smacks me again. I cry out, nearly falling forward this time. He kisses me again softly and whispers so I can feel the rush of his breath against the stinging skin of my ass. “That was for all the times you’ve talked back to me.”
I’m teetering on the edge. I think one more blow like that could be too much, and that I might cry. Instead of hitting me again, he flips me over so I’m on my back. He looms over me, as dark and beautiful as a storm. His cock is fully erect and massive. My core aches to be filled by him, to feel my walls stretch against his length.
He lines himself up with me, and by the fire in his eyes I can tell he’s not going to take it slow. He leans down and kisses my nipple, swirling his tongue around the hardened nub before biting hard enough to make me gasp. As I arch my back in surprise, he thrusts into me. My core explodes in a mixture of pleasure and pain. I feel my walls struggling to accommodate him, but relishing in the feeling of being so filled.
He pumps himself into me, leaning down to kiss away the pain on my nipple.
“How bad do you want my cock?” He asks, voice gruff and heavy with pleasure.
“Bad,” I say.
“Do you want to cum?” he asks.
“Please,” I say.
“Not yet,” he says, pulling out of me and standing beside the bed. “You haven’t even sucked my cock yet.”
He points to his cock that still glistens with my own juices. I lick my lips, sitting up and sliding to the edge of the bed, eager to taste him. I open my mouth and he takes the back of my head, pushing me over his cock. It goes so deep on the first push that I gag. I force my tongue to flatten and cover the back of my throat, suppressing my gag reflex as he fucks my mouth, fisting my hair, and pushing into me again and again.
I want him to cum. I’ve never let a guy cum in my mouth, but I want Vince to. I want him to lose control and give in, unable to stop himself, but he pulls me back after a few minutes, looking down at me with his mouth slightly open and eyes half-lidded.
“Fuck. You’re amazing.”
Then he lifts me and carries me to the nearest wall, somehow managing to slide himself into me without using his hands. My back is against the wall and the way he has me pinned against him gives my clit the friction it has been craving. His hand cups my tit and then moves up to my throat, squeezing until I gasp for breath. It scares me, because my gasps of pleasure quickly make me light-headed with the lack of air. I know I can still say the safe words, but I don’t want it to stop. I want him to have me his way.
As my head gets lighter, it’s as if my other sensations die away, leaving only the bliss between my legs as he pistons into me, his grunts getting heavier and louder with each thrust. I squeeze my legs around him, digging my heels into his hard ass.
“Vince!” I scream, voice weak.
“You’re un-fucking-believable,” he grunts. “I’m cumming. You want my cum in your pussy?”
“Fill me,” I gasp. “I want your cum in me. God!”
He groans, arching his back and I feel his cock pulse within me, filling me with warmth. At the same time, he lets go of my neck. My world explodes into focus. My core clenches around him as I climax, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding on while the pleasure rocks through me so violently that I shake against him, laughing softly as I suck in deep breaths, mind still reeling from the explosion of pleasure that hasn’t completely left me.
We take another shower together and Vince has me once more, tender this time. When we’re both clean and wearing fresh clothes, he calls in for more Indian food. We cuddle together on the couch, eating the Indian food, and watch the first Harry Potter movie, which Vince finally admits he loves.
Epilogue
Six Years Later - Aubriella
The smell of pork belly cooking on the skillet fills my nose. I rise from bed and move toward the kitchen of our sprawling country home. Ethan’s high-pitched squeal rings out, followed by the quick patter of small footsteps. I step into the kitchen and see Sophie has the mop clutched in her little hands and she’s pushing it after Ethan. She’s two and he’s three. The last few months have been nice, because they have finally started playing together.
“Mommy!” They both cry at the same time when they see me.
They rush over to me and hug me with their small arms. I kneel, groaning and squeezing them both back. I blow a raspberry into the crook of Ethan’s neck and he giggles. It’s impossible not to feel like the day is going to be perfect when it starts this way. I shouldn’t be surprised. My life now is like something out of a dream. I can almost close my eyes and forget all the terrible things I had to get through to make it here, about the way six years have passed and I still haven’t heard from my dad. I habitually check the obituaries online every week in a sort of morbid ritual, making sure he hasn’t died yet. I just hope he’s somewhere, getting better. Every time I start to dwell on the bad, I can trust Vince to find a way to cheer me up though.