HURACIO
Katalina, Katalina, KATALINA!
This girl!
She ruined my surprise.
Back when I was planning to marry Helena, I overheard them discussing our honeymoon. Katalina described what her honeymoon would be like. She wanted flowers, lots of rose petals, and dandelion bouquets. A bedroom with the softest, white beddings, a four-poster bed with blue veils, lined with intricate flower arrangements.
She wanted everything to smell like Jasmine. She wanted to dance and get carried into the bedroom before getting devoured on the white bed, etc.
After she asked me to take her, I decided to give her a honeymoon experience. There were other details I couldn’t come up with within 24 hours, so I stuck to the basics.
We were supposed to dance in the living room just like she wanted. I even bought a ring that I had customized for her two months ago.
There was champagne chilling in an ice bucket and several light snacks. Planning to take her repeatedly until she wouldn’t be able to get out of bed the next day, I was going to get her slightly drunk because I didn’t want her to feel much pain.
If I knew she would be this slutty after giving in to me, I wouldn’t have bothered with all the stress I had put my staff through in less than 24 hours.
Now that things had come to this point, there was no reason to hold back. I should have given her what she wanted, but the pain in her eyes tugged at my heartstrings. I needed to wipe it off. I needed to make her deliriously wanton, and slutty again. Therefore, despite my primal need to mark and devour her, I held back with all my mental strength.
Impaled and wiggling, she continued to torture me, clenching her tight and warm pussy around my cock. I held on to the little bit of self-control I had left but was nearing my end.
“Kitty, stay still. It will stop hurting. Just stay still. Let me help you.” I groaned through gritted teeth.
I wrapped my hands around her, pinning her to myself. I then slowly maneuvered her until I had her back on the couch and I was hovering over her. Her face was flushed and grim, with tears flowing down her cheeks
“It’s going to feel nice soon, just relax and trust me,” I whispered and kissed her forehead. She nodded, but her body was as stiff as a pole.
I rested her legs on my shoulders and placed my fingers on her clitoris.
“I will start moving now. I will be careful, okay?”
Once she nodded, I started moving.
“Oh, God, daddy. It hurts.” She whimpered.
“Keep your eyes on me. It’s going to be okay. Just relax and look into my eyes.” I continuously reassured her, while intensifying the clit massage and pacing. The tears flowed faster, but I also knew from experience that the faster you go, the more pain she would feel, but it wouldn’t last.
Katalina was trying not to cry out, but her restrained groans only made me eager to wipe off her pain and pleasure her. I leaned over and captured her mouth. I then started thrusting faster.
The heavens knew I didn’t want to care, but I felt so possessive and wanted to protect her at all costs.
Our moans filled the room, and just like I expected, her reaction soon changed. Though I was kissing her and couldn’t see into her eyes, I felt her waist moving to meet me thrust for thrust. Her hands reached out and went around my waist. She tried to pull me to herself, wanting me to go faster.
The moment I broke the kiss, a squeaky, slutty, and airy moan filled the room. Her eyes were closed, and the tears had stopped flowing. Her brows were creased in euphoria and there was a serene, sensuality that made looking at her face stimulating.
“Open your eyes.”
Her eyes trembled and slowly turned to slits. She was too gone to fully open them, but I could see how dark and alluring they were.
Relieved that we were on the same page, I increased my pace again, allowing myself to indulge in the euphoric elation of seeing her immensely consumed by the pleasure I gave.
Spurred to do more, I sat on my calves and thrust deeper. With my hands on her nipples, I gritted my teeth against her tight and hot pussy.
“Do you like it?” I gasped.
“Yes, Daddy. I like it.” She replied in a tortuous voice.
She soon went into a frenzy. She changed the pacing, moving faster against me.
“Oh Daddy, I wanna cum, Daddy. I wanna cum, huh,… Ahh… huh…”
Just as I was planning to throw caution to the wind and toss her around, she trembled and hot juices enveloped my cock.
Fuck!
I held her until she calmed down and her eyes cleared.
With labored breaths, she smiled at me. “Daddy,…”
“Kitty, how was it?” I asked expectantly.
“Daddy, it was painful. You are too big.” She grumbled. Her flushed cheeks grew redder and she shyly looked away.
Her audacity to feel shy now. Where is the vixen who nearly drove me mad just now?
Determined to teach her a lesson, I got up, scooped her into my arms, and headed for the well-decorated bedroom.
She snuggled into my chest like an obedient cat, yawned, and closed her eyes.
“Daddy, will you still send me away?” She asked in a seemingly tired voice.
Send her away? Why would I do that? What was she talking about… and what’s with that tone?
I looked down at her only to find a set of heavily drowsy eyes staring at me. She was struggling to keep her eyes open.
That was quite fast. She just climaxed and she was just going to fall asleep?
“Kitty, open your eyes. Look at me.”
“Huh? Daddy?” She slowly blinked like her eyelids were too heavy for her to lift.
I walked into the dimly lit bedroom feeling upset. I placed her on the bed and watched as she just slept off.
“Kitty!” I shook her in annoyance, but she didn’t budge.
I had never seen anyone fall asleep so fast in my life. Not only was my efforts wasted, I didn’t even get to finish.