Savage Unapologetic(70)

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 mind. 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.