by Celia Crown
My cock throbs angrily, needing to stuff her and paint her virgin pussy with so much cum that it leaks onto these dirtied satin sheets. Her plump ass rocks, rubbing my cock eagerly as she fucks my hand.
Just one more to make it four; she’s had three orgasms already, but I want to make this day special.
It’s also a reward for me. I’ve been waiting for four months to fuck her virgin pussy. To make it memorable for her and reward my patience, I’ve decided to give her four thigh-shaking orgasms before she gets my cock.
I’m sentimental, or I would’ve fucked her the day I found her on that island.
Stubborn little girl, wasting all that time when her feisty resistance would still land her on my lap with my fingers in her pussy. If she weren’t so determined to test me, she wouldn’t have gotten hurt.
“If you behave, I might let you see Audrey again.”
Her glare had so much animosity in it when I said that. Good, she doesn’t need anyone else. Audrey did her job, but now, it’s my responsibility to look after Jenny.
I pinch her puffy clit between my slippery fingers, tugging and rolling the sensitive bud as she screams brokenly.
“Remo,” she cries pathetically, hiccupping as jolts shake her body.
My eyes flash to the mirror, taking in her flushed body, arching and grinding on my soaked hand to find her release. The taste of her remains on my tongue as I wrap my hands under her thighs to lift her.
“Look at me, pretty girl. Watch.”
There’s something delicious about watching my cock part her glistening folds, slip through the fluttering hole, and tear her squishy walls around me.
She thrashes around, overwhelmed with the tight fit as I clench her thighs and stuff her until the leaking tip nudges the deepest part of her. The thick vein throbs against her spongy spot, making her whine with my name on her tongue.
“It pains me to see you cry, but it’s the greatest gift you can give me,” I whisper, dragging my fat cock between her squelching walls. “For now.”
A choked moan escapes her lips, perky tits bouncing as I guide her resisting hips down. My fingers struggled to stretch her earlier, but I didn’t expect her drooling hole to suck on my cock this tightly.
“Remo,” she sobs pitifully, hair falling over her shoulders as she shakes her head. “No, wait! It’s too big!”
“It doesn’t hurt,” I voice softly and bounce her ass on my lap, forcing her juices to seep onto my thick cock.
I trap her with an arm around her waist and a hand crushing her throat, keeping her teary eyes on the mirror that reflects the filthy state she is in. I was planning to be nice to her, but she was too defiant when I came home.
I asked for a kiss, and she acted as if I were inhumane. My end game is winning her love; if she gets hurt in the process, it’s collateral damage I’m willing to accept.
I may be the crime boss for a massive drug-trafficking ring, but I never let any harm come to her because she’s the purest thing in the world. I will never let her sweetness be tainted by such corruption.
Jenny whimpers, struggling to avoid falling apart when I impale her tiny pussy. Relishing her trembling cunt, I take a moment to feel the erratic pulse in her neck as my other hand inches towards her neglected clit.
She’s drenched, tautly split open, and overly sensitive to my touch when I skim a finger over the swollen bud. Juicy strings break as I fuck her, each thrust spurting a gush of cum.
I rub her clit harder, grinning as I watch with manic fixation. This is my favorite part: the moment when her little pussy creams my fingers as I roll her puffy clit. Now I’m craving it on my fat cock.
Her eyes are clamped shut, teeth biting her bottom lip, and cheeks flushing. Gushes of suffocating heat squeeze impossibly tight around my cock; her sucking hole locking me in to milk my cum.
I coax a pretty moan from her when I push her off my cock, chiding her for making a milky mess on me as I spank her ass. I yank her hips up and coldly command her to keep her knees apart.
My thumbs pull her gaping pussy open, staring as her tiny hole pulses excitedly. It’d look better if her used pussy were to clench weakly and keep my thick cum from drooling out.
Her thighs twitch as the leaking tip nudges her spasming hole, and her trembling hands fist the sheets just as I drive my cock inside her sensitive pussy. She screams into the bed, knees slipping further apart on the cum-soaked satin sheets.
Placing my hands on her quaking hips, a vile grin spreads across my face; catching it in the mirror emphasizes my feral depravity.
I’m ruthless, fucking her with vigor as I inflict pleasurable pain on her vulnerable body. Watching her through the mirror with darkened irises and a layer of glistening sweat on my inked body, I make her beg for mercy because it’s too much, too big.
Her pussy swallows me; I’m still amazed that she was able to take me.
Of course, she can.
She’s made for me; my little Jenny is a piece of perfection that I worked very hard to create for my heart.
“One more, pretty girl,” I command, groaning as her messy pussy ripples intensely.
“No,” she slurs, chin to her chest and arching to meet my hasty thrusts. “I—I need a break, please!”
I hold her hips firmly enough to bruise the skin, pummeling her and scraping the thick vein against her spongy spot. She coughs, unable to catch her breath as a whine lodges in her throat, but she never stops her rolling hips.
Her lips lie, but her puffy pussy betrays her.
My muscles swell and ache with exertion as I pound her tiny hole.
I sheathe myself deeper in her, and she cries out in pain before it softens to a shuddering moan. I stay there, rutting her slippery pussy, and relishing the little spasms as I hiss, spurting thick ropes of cum into her willing hole.
It’s stunning, divine even, the way blackness enhances the brilliant stars behind my eyelids.
A twitch at the corner of my mouth tugs me back from the bliss. I glance down at her slumped body and bask in the dry sobs as she rolls her hips to ride out the orgasm.
Carefully, I remove my fingers from her hips and marvel at the red prints. Her arms can’t hold her weight as she begins to slide forward and pull away from my cock. I can’t let that happen, so I flip her over and push the few inches back inside her.
Creamy cum gushes out, but there is enough inside her stuffed cunt to make a family with me.
“Do you love me, pretty girl?”
She’s a prisoner, a sweet girl, and a beautiful fiancée. Jenny blinks, still reeling from the aftershocks seizing her fragile body. She looks even smaller under my big, muscled frame.
“I love you,” she croaks, frightened with her lips forming a plea for mercy.
No more, I almost predict her saying, I’m sensitive.
Her eyes, clouded with defiant tears and delayed affection—a coping mechanism, speak a truth that her pretty lips can never utter.
She can try, a voice of merriment taunts, if she wants to stay alive.
It’s her voice, or it could be mine, but the truth always sounds demonic to me. I’ve long forgotten how to separate delusions from reality.
I fell in love too fast, too hard, and too much. If I were sane, I’d leave her alone. I’m not, nor was I ever. I was that child, the smart boy with deadly curiosity.
I was selfish then and still am; all I want to do is take everything until there’s only a shell remaining. I don’t need love, not the kind that couldn’t leave a positive impact on me.
I want her love, and I have it.
A flash of lightning strikes across the massive mirror.
The face that stares back is devastatingly reassuring and unequivocally haunting while wandering stars invade the distorted hollowness of apathetic blue eyes.
I have not changed.
There’s an inexplicable taste in my mouth; something sweeter than her tear-stained face, warmer than her fluttering pussy, and more bitter than the tension
in my body.
“No more,” she whispers, desire slurring her broken voice, “Please, no more—too much, it hurts.”
I’m so, so in love.
“Again.”
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