Page 4 of Gilded Fake

“Please,” she gasped between panting breaths. “Don’t make me talk. Just fuck me.”

I chuckled and shoved my cock in the last few inches, burying it to the hilt inside her. She was so wet I wanted to cum already, between the sensation of her drenched heat and the metal squeezed against her walls. She shuddered, her eyes fluttering closed. I watched her face, usually so poised and painted, twisted into the most derisive smirks, now relaxed and lost in the pure bliss of oblivion. I pumped into her bare, pink cunt, watching it take my thick cock to the hilt with each pass.

“Harder,” she moaned. “Make it hurt.”

No one had ever asked me for pain before, and I wasn’t sure if it was hot or disturbing, but my body seemed eager to comply with her request. My cock throbbed inside her, and I had to slow down to keep from losing control. I kissed her, my tongue stroking hers, tasting her pussy while my cock owned it. I pulled back after a while and squeezed her tit, pinching her nipple until she gasped. “Look at me when I’m inside you,” I commanded, tugging on her nipple until she opened her eyes. “I want to know I’m the only thing on your mind when I’m fucking you raw.”

She swallowed and nodded, and her eyes widened when I slammed into her so hard the bed knocked against the wall. Her hot, slick cunt squeezed tight around me, and I gripped her thigh, pressing it to the bed. She tensed, a stitch pulling between her brows in a little frown of pain and her mouth falling open as she sucked in a shaky breath. She gripped my arms, her nails biting into my bare skin, but she didn’t push me away.

Her eyes were shiny with tears, but she only whispered, “Bruise me.”

I tightened my grip until she winced, and then I pounded her as hard as I could, slamming into her little body until I was sure it would break. Finally, she cried out, arching up and digging her nails in deeper. Then she grabbed her knees, pulling them up so she was folded in half, offering up her pussy for my pleasure.

I took it, gripping the backs of her thighs and pounding into her, relishing the sloppy sounds of her wet cunt taking my frenzied strokes. When my fingers tightened as I got close, I felt her cunt clenching around my shaft. I slowed my pace and angled my hips so the head of my cock hit the spot that made her cum before and my pubic piercing hit her clit, and then I watched. She went wild, bucking and crying out my name in breathy little pleas that sounded so sweet I couldn’t hold back.

I buried myself to the hilt, grinding into her and letting myself go at last. My cock expanded, the piercings pinching a little from the stretch, and then my climax slammed into me, and cum spurted from my tip into her clenching, raw core. It was like the last time, and for a second I swore I didn’t know where the fuck I was. I’d never cum so hard in my life. My whole body was shaking, straining to go deeper than was humanly possible. I might have blacked out for a second. The next thing I knew, I was just lying there on top of her, stroking her hair, her face buried in my neck. We were both sweating, and I could smell her shampoo in her damp strands.

My cock was still twitching inside her every few seconds, squeezing the last drops of cum into her core. Her walls clenched in response, and a little shiver went through me every time. I wanted to gloat that I turned the bitch queen into a quivering, helpless mess, but I was too spent by that orgasm to even try. If she was a mess, so was I.

“Holy fuck,” I muttered against the soft strands of her hair.

“Not a fluke then,” she said with a breathy little laugh, circling her arms around me to press them flat on my shoulder blades.

“Am I crushing you?”

“Just stay there for a minute. I couldn’t move right now if I wanted to.”

“You’re on birth control, right?”

“Yes, dumbass.”

“I told you I was going to cum inside you,” I reminded her. “You didn’t object, so I figured.”

She sighed and wrapped her legs around me. “Too bad you’re such a loser. I could get used to this.”

I chuckled and kissed her head. “You could leave your throne to hang out in the gutter with me.”

“My family would disown me.”

I lifted myself and gingerly slid out of her, watching her wince at the tenderness I’d left from pounding into her so hard. My grip had left red marks on her thighs. “You good?” I asked.

“Perfect,” she said, rolling toward me and throwing her leg over mine. She ran her fingers down my side, following the octopus inked over my hip. A wave of goosebumps raced over my skin at her touch. She grinned. “So, you do have more ink under your clothes. How’d you get all this?”

“Maverick and Mad Dog,” I said, nudging her ear until she lifted for me to slide my arm under to pillow her head. “When I was in the hospital for my hand, Mav was my roommate. He got shanked or some gang shit. We started out hating each other, but after about a day, we’d worked shit out to tolerate each other. By the time we were discharged, I had a pass to do my thing on their side of town. I go in and drum up business while I’m getting inked, and they come to my stuff and do their thing.”

“Wow,” Gloria said, lightly scratching her nail over my nipple to make it harden. “You’re a badass little rebel boy, aren’t you?”

“Little?” I asked, quirking a brow.

“Well, you know,” she said with a wicked grin. “I’m used to Royal.”

“Aw, fuck you,” I said, shoving her head off my arm. “You ruined it.”

She giggled and gripped my legs with hers. “It’s not a bad thing,” she protested. “I’m just used to it hurting more. There’s such a thing as too big.”

“That’s not helping,” I grumbled.

She opened her mouth like she might say something more, then closed it, her expression sobering.

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