The Red(12)

She'd go mad if he didn't let her come. She was already wild with the need for it, squirming under his mouth, pumping her hips, grasping at the sheets to give her leverage. She pushed against his mouth, needing more and more and more. The muscles inside of her clenched and released, clenched again tighter. Her vaginal walls were slick and ready. She was ready. She had never been more ready.

When she could bear no more, and a scream rested on the tip of her tongue, Malcolm abruptly rose up and mounted her. With his hands on her hips, he impaled her with a deep hard stroke. She came with a cry, arching and writhing, as he thrust wildly into her. In the midst of her orgasm he came into her, ejaculating deep into her. She felt it pouring out of her even as his hips kept pumping, dragging her climax and his out as long as he could. It felt endless. The contractions were so sharp they almost hurt. She felt one muscle in particular, a tight little muscle near her cervix, fluttering wildly as Malcolm filled her with his thick semen.

She was getting paid for this.

Finally, it was over. Malcolm put his hands on either side of her body and dropped his head while her vagina gave its little final gasps. She lifted her head and looked between her legs, at the large organ splitting her open. She waited for him to pull out of her. He didn't.

Slowly he began to thrust again. She couldn't quite believe it. She kept watching as he withdrew from her pussy and slid inside again. It seemed impossible she could take so much but she saw it with her own eyes-thick inch after thick inch disappearing inside her and reappearing slicked with her wetness and his. Surely he couldn't mean to fuck her again so soon. She wasn't ready, but that didn't matter to him, did it? This was the arrangement.

Mona looked up at his face while he fucked her. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be utterly lost in the pleasure of his thrusting. His lips were slightly parted and she wanted to touch them, but didn't. He was using her, using her body, using her hole. She didn't move with him, merely lay underneath and watched his thigh muscles flex and release with his thrusts. It didn't hurt. She was dripping wet and her body offered no resistance at all. He'd tunneled into her, opened her up, and made himself at home inside her. It felt vaguely pornographic, lying there on the bed, watching him fuck her. It could have been any woman on his cock but it so happened to be her. The pumping of his hips was mesmerizing. How long could he go on? She looked forward to finding out. His breathing was heavy, not labored, but his entire body had gone tense again. He had the sheets in a death grip. The veins in his hands she found so attractive didn't end at his wrists but snaked up his arms all the way to the biceps.

"Who are you … " she breathed.

Malcolm's eyes fluttered open and he looked down at her.

"You'll find out," he said.

"When? Where?"

"Eventually. In this bed. Any other questions?"

"May I touch you?"

"You may. Always, unless told otherwise."

She raised her hands to his shoulders. They were iron under her palms. Such a hard man-hard body, hard cock, hard to read, hard to believe he was real even as he pounded into her very convincing proof of his existence.




 

 

"Open wider," he said and she spread her legs even more for him. She'd never spread this wide before because no lover had ever told her to. Inside she felt her muscles shifting, moving, finding new ways to accommodate the large organ penetrating her. He reached between their joined bodies and wetted his fingertips with their fluids. He massaged the wetness into her clitoris and it swelled instantly at his touch. It would burst if he didn't stop. She would burst. Her pussy split open wide, the thrumming and throbbing, it was all happening again. A low moan built in the back of her throat. Malcolm rammed her with quick, deep thrusts. She had to hold the headboard to steady herself. The orgasm hit her with blinding force. It was obliterating. Her shoulders rose off the bed while her sex spasmed all around the organ inside her, trying to grip it and hold it in place because at that moment her body wanted him in it more than it had ever wanted anything before in her life. She wanted it, needed it, and if he ever took it out of her she would wither up and die.

Mona collapsed back onto the bed again, sweating and panting. Very slowly, very carefully, Malcolm eased out of her. She winced as he pulled out, tender as she was from his merciless thrusts. She'd never been fucked quite that hard. Then again, no man had ever paid for the privilege of fucking her quite that hard so she couldn't blame him for wanting to get his money's worth.

Malcolm lay on his side next to her, propped up on his elbow.

"See?" he said. "You make a marvelous whore."