“Tell me what you imagined back then!”
It was an order, and instantly my body stiffened. “I was upset that you didn’t kiss me at the party. I touched my lips, wondering if you didn’t want to kiss them.”
“Demonstrate. Continue.”
From my lips, my hands went down to my breasts, twisting the nipples. I sighed, looking at Marco from the mirror. “Did Marco not want to touch this?” My fingers went down to his waist, rubbing it. “I wanted your hands here.” Then I bit my lip, slowly my hand went to the pubic folds, watching Marco moan briefly. “Did Marco not want to fuck me here? Didn’t he want to sink his cock here?”
My fingers felt my pussy that had been wet since earlier, since Marco had fondled me in the room. I played my finger on my clitoris, unable to resist the pleasure until I closed my eyes. And apparently that pissed Marco off.
“Look at me, little bitch!”
I opened my eyes, looking at Marco who started to walk closer, but didn’t reach me. He kept his distance, about two or three steps.
“I… aaaahhh… imagined you fucking me hard. Aaaaah, fuck! So hard and so great!”
“Keep going.”
My middle and index fingers went in and out quickly, so quickly that my body was already shaking like crazy. I was a little embarrassed doing this in front of him, but it felt so challenging. Marco challenged me and I obliged. I was winning. I finally let out a huge moan as my orgasmic juices spurted onto Marco’s hands and the bathroom floor. I looked at Marco with a satisfied look. My chest was rising and falling irregularly, and I was sure this was still the beginning.
I was about to open the sink faucet and wash my hands, but Marco stopped me. He ran his hands over me, smearing the liquid down my neck. Marco held me from behind. We stared into the mirror as my hands and his rubbed against my chest.
Marco then took off his white shirt, tossing it in random directions. He also pulled down his pants, making me stiffen as I felt in my ass how hard Marco’s manhood was already.
“You’re not making any sense, Leandra. I was dying to kiss you on the lips.” His finger brushed over my lips, entering my mouth and making me bite it slowly. “Did you imagine me like this?” His tongue lapped at my neck, while his hands squeezed both my breasts.
I looked up in pleasure. “Marco ….”
“Answer me, little bitch.” He punished me by pulling both my nipples quite hard.
My scream was stifled. “Yes, exactly like that.” My subconscious dropped to its knees begging for more when Marco rubbed his hard-on against the crack of my ass.
“Back then I wanted to strip you naked, claim both your breasts as my own.” His hand went down to my pussy, proving how wet and slippery it was down there. He then licked his finger while looking at me with desire, just like a monster ready to pounce on its prey. “And claimed that your pussy is mine.”
Marco then widened my legs using his knees, pushed my head until my face touched the bathroom counter, then thrust into me in one hard blow. I muffled my scream, getting used to this kind of action, as if he knew exactly where he was going. And he was too smart to feel it first.
“And I’d also love to fuck you right then and there…,” Marco pulled away, then pushed again so hard, “… put myself inside you, break you inside and out, and make you only remember my name to scream.”
“Marco ….” I lost my voice.
“Yes, little bitch. Just like that.” Marco pulled away once again, entering me in slow motion. And it made me moan the entire time his movements stopped. He repeated it several times until I was almost frustrated.
“Please ….” I didn’t know what I was begging for. However, I soon knew the answer when Marco moved his hips so fast, making my stomach rub against the table quite hard. However, it was worth it. I enjoyed it. I liked things like this. Now I wasn’t going to deny that fact. I loved it when Marco fucked me hard like an animal. I was satisfied when Marco choked me while he was busy destroying my pussy, just like right now.
“I have no idea how many times, little bitch, I’ve fucked you.” He gave me two hard, rough thrusts. And twice I screamed, too. “And I’ve always been amazed by your pussy.”
I liked his choice of words. We never had sex. Marco always fucked me. Hard, rough. I never even once gave him a blowjob, nor was I ever on top. Every time we did it, it was always about me. It was always me who got all the treatment. It was always me who got smashed to pieces.
Marco’s moans began to sound. They grew louder and faster, in sync with his hip movements. I had already moaned and sighed countless times, enjoying how great Marco’s treatment was at the moment.
His grip on my waist tightened, and his body began to tremble, as did mine. Marco’s movements were getting faster and faster, as my body was getting hotter and hotter. I screamed his name many times, begging him to keep doing this often, fucking me hard.
Until finally I felt his movements start to break, his moans and breathing getting louder. Then he let out a long moan and I felt warm liquid filling my pussy. Marco thrust his cock three more times, then withdrew it, leaving the warm stream on my thighs.
Marco pulled me by the waist until I was standing upright. He hugs me from behind, resting his head on my shoulder. In the midst of his ragged breathing, he took the time to kiss my neck once.
I was a little stunned by the gesture. “You’re mine, Leandra.”
I looked at him from the mirror. “I’m yours.”
“I’m going to fuck you like this everyday.” He tightened his grip on me.
I shook my head. “I want you to fuck me every night.”
“Everyday.” He bit my ear, making me scream. “Everyday that I’ll have, I’ll be fucking you hard.”
“Don’t you have work?”
Marco chuckled, then let go of me. He was cleaning the mess on his stomach with the towels he just took from the bathroom cabinet.
“If this continued like this, Marco, you will wake up my bad side, that I would be very clingy, that I would love sex,” I said while grabbing a towel to clean myself up.
“I know.” Marco was looking at me in the mirror while he washed himself. “I will just have to have you go insane with these orgasms, so you’ll be just like me, Leandra.”
“I’m a woman. I can’t handle more orgasms for the rest of my life.”
“Then I’ll just have to fuck you to death, little bitch.” Marco was drying himself up. “No, I won’t fuck you to death. I’ll make sure of that. Tomorrow I’ll be fucking you once more.” He glanced at me through the mirror. “How about that?”
“I’ll consider that.”
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