I let her kiss me, pull my hair, cup my balls, and reciprocate the ferocity of her moves with pleasure.
But not that. I won’t allow that.
No one can touch me there, finger my anus. I warned her the first time her finger entered me, but it seems she didn’t get it, because she’s now thrusting her finger into me like a fucking penis. All I can focus on is the vulnerable part of me being violated. She lets another man fuck her in front of my eyes when it could have been me taking her. But, when I fuck another girl, she deems it appropriate to fuck me in the ass.
Isn’t it the very definition of obnoxious?
Anger blinds my eyes, and I taste blood. I feel my ears turn hot. I lose it. My sense flies out of my brain, and all I can feel is revenge filling my lungs. I don’t remember the moments of pulling out of Jennifer or how I end up being on the bed and pushing my hand against Lindsay’s back. But all I can think of is to make her pay.
“Do you want to know how it feels to be fucked in the ass?” I lean down and scream to her ear. I see her mouth moving, but my mind doesn’t register any sound. Only the sound of my ragged breaths. I push her legs apart with my hand and run a finger between her ass cheeks, just like she did to me a few minutes ago. She doesn’t resist. She doesn’t move when my finger slips into her hole.
No! A small voice screams in my head. I try to ignore it at first and grab my penis. It’s throbbing in my hand, more so because of Lindsay’s aggressive teases. She’s woken the hulk, the monster in me, and now she’ll have to pay. I move farther, sliding my finger out of her, and press the head of my cock between her ass cheeks. It’s met with the resistance of her tight ass.
No! Another voice yells, and I start hearing faint sounds. Muffled mumbles of a man. How? “Calm down, now,” he whispers to my ear over and over again. Suddenly I find myself in a long-forgotten dream. The room is dark and cold, and large hands hold me in place. I feel small, weak, and vulnerable.
“Calm down. Calm down.” Who the hell is speaking? An acute pang of fear squeezes my heart, and I inhale a deep breath.
I shake my head, and just like that the noises vanish and my senses flood back to me. The darkness disappears. I look down in front of me and see Lindsay crying and begging, “No,” one after another.
What the fuck? My mind is a blank page. I try to remember the last seconds in vain. My eyes drop to my cock touching her ass and immediately shame fills my heart.
“I’m sorry,” I mutter. I can’t believe I was about to hurt her. What the fuck came over me? “I’m sorry,” I repeat and get on my feet. She rolls on the bed, her face chalk white, and her eyes wide with shock. “I’m sorry.” I drop down on my knees and cover my face with my hands. I was a second away from becoming the monster I always feared I’d be. What’s wrong with me? Her safety should be my main concern, yet I’ve become the most dangerous person to her.
Tears wet my hands and sobs shake my body. I cry for what it seems to be forever. I feel Lindsay’s hand on my shoulder and another on my head. She’s stroking my hair like a mother would do to her child when he’s wounded. I feel wounded, for coming close to becoming someone I’ve always despised.
I take her hands between mine, although I have no right to touch her, and press them against my lips. “I’m a monster,” I whisper, tasting her skin. She pulls her hands away and wraps them around my neck, pulling me in against her chest. My tears moisten the smooth skin of her breasts, but she presses me harder against her as if she wants to engrave my face onto her chest.
“I started it,” she says, and kisses the top of my head. I don’t deserve sympathy. I deserve punishment. She pulls me up onto the bed and hugs me. Our bodies curl into each other’s, my head resting on her chest, her legs wrapping around my hips.
I’ve never felt so safe in my life as I feel right now in Lindsay’s embrace. She hums a lullaby that I’ve never heard of, while I continue to sob. No amount of tears can wash away the filthiness of my soul. Although I tried to deny it for majority of my life, I’m the reincarnation of my biological father. A criminal, a bully, a rapist.
We stay there, without moving for long moments. She doesn’t try to change position although I’m sure her arm and leg beneath my body must be sleeping. I shift and take her arm into my hand, gently urging her to roll to the other side so I can spoon her from behind. She gets my cue and moves, wrapping my arms around her chest. I snuggle against her back and cup her breasts like a bra. She pushes her ass against my groin. I move back because if I don’t, I will get hard, then who knows what I might do to her.
She pushes herself further back. Of course she’ll go for what I try to avoid. Doing the opposite of what I intend has become her trademark.
“Don’t,” I whisper to her ear as a plea.
Rather than listening to my warning, she reaches back with her hand and grips my hip, pushing me against her, plastering my groin to her ass. The touch of her skin makes my cock stir.
“I want you,” she demands. There’s no hesitation or doubt in her voice.
“Are you sure?”
She doesn’t answer me with words. She just backs her ass into me and grinds my cock into its full length.
“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”
“I’ll not try to finger you again and as long as you leave my butthole alone, I’m fine with whatever you do to me.”
I run my hands tentatively on her back and arms. She moans. Although I enjoy the feeling of her ass against my cock, I want to see her face if we go all the way. I slither down, kissing her neck, her shoulders, and her back, down to her ass.
I hesitate touching her ass cheeks, but my fears evaporate when she pushes them against my face. I lick each of them with care and devotion, while sneaking my hand between her legs to explore her pussy. She’s soaking wet and swallows up my fingers easily, rocking back and forth. I dare bite her skin and push my fingers deeper into her. She cries and buries her face into the pillow. Again, just the opposite of what I want.
Raising her leg, I roll her on her back and spread her legs wide so I can bury my face in her pelvis and start licking her all over. She doesn’t let go of the pillow and moans her pleasure into it. Her chest moves quickly up and down. Her nipples are erect, her body shaking. Her pussy is squeezing my fingers and if I’m not wrong she’s already coming or very close to it. With one swift move, I get onto my knees, push that pillow away from her face so I can see her, and sit between her legs.
“Are you sure you want it?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“Yes, I want it.” Her hand reaches for my cock, and she circles her delicate fingers around it and pokes the head of it against her entrance. Her mouth falls open as my cock slides into her slowly, carefully. When I’m fully inside her, she stares at me with pleading eyes as if asking me to blow her mind away again. That’s exactly what I’m planning to do.
I push her legs up to my chest and over my shoulder, feeling the depths of her pussy wrapping around my cock. She cries and throws her head back.
“Look at me when I’m fucking you.” Because I don’t want to leave anything to guessing. I want to see everything of her, witness my effect on her first-hand, own her pleasure, and feel the euphoria of our fuck together. As much as I want to take her hard and fast, I also want to enjoy this. I want to give her an unforgettable moment. Not because she’s my client, but because she urges that need out of me. The more fulfilled she is, the more satisfied I’ll feel. I want to touch the parts of her that no man before me could. I want to see her shudder like it’s the first time she’s having sex.
Sliding in and out of her with a leisurely speed, I move my hand to let my thumb brush her lips. A low moan escapes her mouth. She’s forcing herself to keep her eyes open and staring at me as if she’s about to cry.
“Please, I’m so close,” she whispers to my finger. I shake my head no. I thrust into her with long and slow strokes. Her moan peaks every time the head of my co
ck hits her core. I feel a sharp spasm inside her and instantly her body goes stiff. Her eyes grow wide and lose focus. She’s coming already.
I lean down and capture her lips, trying to catch her moans of ecstasy and to experience the intensity of her orgasm together with her. She’s so entranced she can’t reciprocate my kiss and only lets out soft whimpers into my mouth. Did she feel this lost with JJ too? With Zane? God, I wish Zane hadn’t touched her. Does she compare me with him?
When her lips pick up the rhythm of mine, I pull away, flip her on her stomach, drag her hips up, and pound into her harder and faster. She tilts her head to the side and tries to smooth her hair away from her face to look at me, all the while moaning. Unlike men, the second time takes shorter for most multi-orgasmic women, and I’m glad Lindsay is one of them, because I want her to break apart as many times as possible without me getting her pussy sore. She’s pushing her ass to me, matching my thrusts. I come close to exploding into her when her body freezes and her inside muscles begin to vibrate again.
If I come into her, I want to have her face close to me, have her lips within kissing distance, and looking into her eyes. When her convulsions subside, I turn her around and pull her up against me, so she’s sitting on my lap, riding my cock.
“Fuck yourself on me,” I whisper to her ear.
After a moment of confusion, she gets my wish, wraps her arms tightly around me and starts grinding her pussy against my cock. I don’t move; I want to encourage her to do whatever she wants in order to get off by herself with my cock inside her. It’s so arousing, I have to focus so I won’t spoil it for her before she’s done. Her legs are folded, and her knees are pressing my hips to the level of pain. Her hips are smashing into mine each time she bucks them against me.
Beads of sweat form on her forehead. Her eyes are closed, her teeth firmly clenched on her lower lip. Her skin is flushed with the effort of restraint, and she looks rather like a construction worker with the amount of energy she’s using.
“That’s right, baby.”
She growls and digs her nails into me, bouncing up and down on my cock with a renewed surge of energy. Watching her in her near-delirious state makes it impossible for me to keep myself from the threatening release.
“Oh, God, Ace,” she cries and throws her head back. I cup her head and push her into me, capturing her lips while waves of orgasm ripple through her body. I thrust my hips forward and blow my thick, hot load inside her. My cock jerking, her pussy convulsing, we savor each other with long, claiming kisses. I haven’t exploded this powerfully in my life. She’s a little vixen for fucking my mind like this.
Her arms loosen their hold around me, so do her thighs. I let her go, and she sprawls all over the bed, legs and arms wide spread.
“You. Are. Amazing.” I collapse on the bed, next to her. My body feels heavy, like a ton of bricks. Our breathing is loud and ragged, and my mind is still having trouble figuring out what’s just happened. The unpredictability of Lindsay, coupled with her crazed sexuality, has shot me to the moon and farther.
If I had the tiniest bit of energy, I’d use it to kiss Lindsay, but for now I have to be content with watching her from the corner of my eye. She’s staring at the ceiling, looking shocked and paralyzed, just like me.
What’s she thinking? Will she go as soon as she’s gained enough energy? I wish she would stay and spend the night with me. She’ll worry over the contract, I know. That shitload of document that brought her to me but restricts us from going anything beyond occasional, commercial hook-ups.
She starts to get up, but I’m not ready to let her go yet. With the last drop of energy, I reach for her arm and pull her down. Crawling on the bed, I lie down between her wide-spread legs and gaze at her freshly pied and swollen pussy.
Her voice is weak when she says, “Oh, please. I can’t come anymore.”
“Just close your eyes and relax. It’s simply for my enjoyment.” Just like everything else I did with you. I dip my head and lick up all the liquid gushing out of her, spreading the lips of her pussy. My sperm mixed with her juices with a hint of latex. Not a terrible mixture. I’d drink poison without hesitation from her pussy, but I’m glad JJ kept his cock sheathed while inside her.
Lazily, she tosses her legs over my shoulders and wraps them around my head. It’s clear she won’t let me go without giving her a fifth orgasm. Every time my tongue hits the swollen, pink flesh of her entrance, her body shakes with delicious, little tremors. Shielding her eyes with her arm, she raises her hips and pushes them against my mouth. I respond to her untold wish and drive my tongue into her dripping folds.
“Oh, no. Oh, fuck. I can’t take this,” she whimpers silently, her chest moving up and down faster with each thrust of my tongue.
I slide my hands to her breasts and tweak her erect nipples with my fingers. She pushes her chest into my palms and covers my hands with hers. We knead and rub her breasts together, and I fear it’s bordering on the painful, but she doesn’t seem to care and keeps on pressing harder. A new surge of juices begins to flow from her pussy. Her legs squeeze hard around my head; her nails dig into the back of my hands. Her moans echo loudly in my ears. Her body goes limp for several seconds. Although I’m dog-tired and my tongue already feels numb, I keep pushing it into her over and over again until I feel her body relax.
Exhausted doesn’t even begin to cover how she looks, but even so, she rolls to her side and drops her feet onto the ground. Why is she hurrying to escape me?
“Why can’t you just be a normal woman for once and snuggle up with the man you’ve just had sex with?” I peek up at her flushed face and disheveled hair.
She stares at me blankly. I guess her brain isn’t back to its full-functioning mode yet.
I pat at the space beside me, my eyes begging for her to come back and find her place in my arms. “Please. Cuddle with me, be clingy, push me to talk to you, do anything, but just don’t go. It’ll make me feel like you think the sex was lousy.”
“I thought you wanted me to go.”
I roll my eyes at her, smirking. “You seriously think that, after I sucked my spunk out of you?”
“Ahh, you admit that it tastes nasty but still expect women to look eager and aroused while swallowing it up. Aren’t men full of bullshit?”
I hold out my hand out to her, smiling at her joke. “But, you looked eager while you swallowed mine.”
She glances at my hand suspiciously, then laces her fingers through mine, and lies next to me. “To be honest, I didn’t really taste it.”
“How?” I frown, throwing my arm around her so she won’t have a chance to escape. “But it was in your mouth.”
“You shot your release at the back of my throat, and I swallowed it quickly. It didn’t reach my taste buds. My dislike for sperm is one of the reasons why I’ve become good at deep-throating. It’s too salty, too gooey. Yuck. Don’t get me wrong, I love giving head, but sperm just doesn’t agree with my taste buds.”
I laugh and press my lips on the top of her head for a kiss. Her honesty knows no bounds. “Somebody has to teach you how to lie.”
“Oh, really?” She tilts her head back to gaze at my face, her eyes challenging. “So, you’d prefer it if I told you how delicious your spunk is and that I could drink cups of it rather than the most expensive champagnes, after you’ve just tasted how repulsive it is. Is that what you really want? Seriously?”
“I don’t know, but it sure is more flattering.”
“Faking an orgasm not to deflate your ego is flattering too, but I don’t think you’d want it.”
“I can tell if a woman is faking it.”
“No, my dear.” She shakes her head eagerly. “You can never tell. Men have egos the size of Jupiter, and you’re no exception. If a woman comes up and claims you’re the best fuck of her entire life, you’d believe her, eyes closed.”
“I bet you are the exact opposite and would just smash my words against me if I told you you’re the best f
uck of my life.”
The shock in her face is palpable. Her eyes grow wide. She starts to open her mouth to speak, but closes it before words can form. I wish I could read her mind.
“The last minutes I shared with you were by far the best of my life. Nothing else could come close to it,” I say and kiss her mouth, hoping my lips will resolve her speechlessness. When I pull back, her eyes are staring back at me, intently searching for a clue for my honesty. “You’re obsessed with being honest no matter what, but can’t even tell a lie from truth.”
“Is it… is it the truth? I mean the part about the sex with me,” she stutters and bites her lower lip as if regretting what she’s said.
I roll her over my chest, feeling the curves of her soft body pressing along my own body, her hair teasing my skin. Running my hands through the thick strands, I position her face right above mine and stare straight into her eyes. “As true as the day is light and the night is dark. I’m in awe of you, Lindsay Doheny, aka Seven. I can’t think of anything else but you since the day you came into my life, and you just gave me more reasons to continue my obsession with you by giving yourself to me the way I could never imagine in my wildest dreams.”
“Now I’m sure you’re lying,” she says, but her eyes grow large with… fear? Is she afraid that I might indeed be telling the truth? “How many women did you sleep with for me to be the best fuck of your life? Two? Huh! I simply laid there and did nothing, while you did all the work. How can that be best fuck for anyone, much less for someone like you?”
“Someone like me?”
“Don’t make me say it.”
“What? Because I run a brothel and have seen practically every Kama Sutra position live?”
“I was going to say someone as hot and sexy as you, but your reason sounds more valid.” She winks and gives me a sly grin.
“Why, thank you. I’m not lying and I hope the moments I pleasured you meant something to you, too.”
She closes her eyes, exhaling a deep breath, and buries her face in my shoulder. Her eyelashes tickle my skin with each blink of her eyes and from the feel of it, she seems to be having a blink attack.
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