Page 6 of Selfish Desires

“Say it,” I demanded, grinding myself against her, feeling her try to push back.

“I... I need you,” she cried out, the words raw and desperate on her lips as she bucked under me.

I thrust forward, driving into her in one brutal stroke. The wet heat of Wendy engulfed me, tearing a moan from my lips as I buried myself deep within her trembling walls. Her body tensed beneath me as she whimpered, grabbing at the sheets underneath her. But I was relentless as I thrust into her again and again. Each time elicited a gasp from Wendy that pierced the room. She was writhing now, pushing back against me with each thrust as she rambled between begging and cursing.

My grip on her waist tightened as I quickened the pace. Every smack of our bodies together echoed through the room like thunder. My hand found its place on her swollen clit again, rubbing it mercilessly. At the same time, my other snaked its way around her neck, collaring her flesh, and pulled Wendy from the bed until her slick back was pressed to my sweaty chest.

My lips grazed her ears as I rasped out, “Tell me you're my little cum slut. How you beg to make you come. Why do you do that?” Her hands clawed at mine around her neck, but she was too weak to break free, her body shaking from the onslaught of another climax about to hit her. “Go ahead, squeeze my dick. Use me. Fuck me until you come.”

Every movement pushed us closer to the end, and Wendy hadn't a clue. And the realization of what was about to happen sank its nasty venomous fangs deep into my heart. Her body tensed and shook; her screams filled the room. With cruel precision, I moved my fingers over her clit in a rhythm that matched my relentless thrusts.

“I'm your cum slut,” she moaned, reaching back to grab onto my neck as if hoping to ground herself as another wave crashed through her.

The room was filled with our grunts and groans, the slap of skin on skin, and Wendy's pleas for more. And when she came, her walls tightened around me in a torturing squeeze that almost had me coming with her. But I held back, prolonging the torment.

“Please...please...” she whimpered again, trying to break away from my punishing strokes, rubbing her pussy raw. But there was no escape. I was a man possessed by his need to claim and destroy.

“Do you want my cum all over your dirty mouth and pretty face?” I asked, applying just enough pressure to her neck until her face turned beet red, and she gasped for breath. Letting go, I spun her around, forcing Wendy to her knees by pushing down on her shoulders. She fell forward, and I didn't miss a beat, jamming my cock into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, hearing her gags fill the room.

Hunching over her, I grabbed a fistful of her hair and began to fuck her pretty mouth. The sight of her drool coating my length as her throat hummed around me was intoxicating.

“Yes... please,” she forced the words out through labored breaths, tears spilling down her cheeks through the blindfold.

“Are you going to be my good little slut and let me paint that face of yours?” I asked, gripping her hair tighter. Her hands clung onto my thighs as if they were the pillars steadying her from collapsing.

Wendy moaned as her lips tightened around my cock, the vibrations sending waves of electricity down my legs.

My hips moved in a brutal rhythm, pulling out just to slam back into her mouth. The sensation of her warm throat constricting around my length was absolutely exquisite. “Yes...good girl,” I hissed, as the pressure built at the base of my spine. I pushed deeper into her mouth one final time and let out a raw, guttural groan as my climax ripped through me.

I pulled out just in time as hot white ropes of my cum coated Wendy's sheathed eyes, her nose, forehead, her magenta, swollen lips. Everywhere. She was covered in me, some dripping from her chin. The sight of Wendy, utterly used and spent, was more beautiful than anything I had ever seen. Her chest heaving, struggling to catch her breaths, glistening with sweat, and my seed was the epitome of perfection in my eyes.

“Look at you,” I murmured, running a finger through the mess on her face, admiring my work. “So beautiful.” She gasped as I traced her lips with my cum-soaked finger, her tongue darting out to clean them. The taste of me on her lips made me shudder. When I removed the digit, I realized this was it. That was the last time I would ever touch her. I needed to leave before it was too late, and my heart betrayed me, triumphing over my mind's logic.

I bent to her level, staring into her covered eyes, wishing I could have one last look into those orbs I loved. But I refused. I had to go. For a second, I considered just leaving her here, on the floor, to really drive home to her just how much of a monster I was, but I couldn't. My hands enclosed around her slumped shoulders, guiding Wendy to her shaky feet. I eased her onto the white crumpled bedsheets, still blindfolded, and pushed Wendy until her back pressed against the gray padded headboard. I brought the white comforter up her body, tucking it under her arms, covering her breasts. With one final breath, I leaned forward and said, “You stay here. I'll be right back.” She nodded like the good little pet I had just trained.

It was the last thing I said to her, and it was a lie. I took one last glance at Wendy, resting peacefully, drenched in both our juices, and waiting for me to come back to take care of her. But she would never experience it.

I darted out of the room, grabbed my wallet, and threw on a black tracksuit and a charcoal gray baseball cap. I didn't bother taking my keys because I would never return here again. My heart pounded erratically against my chest as I sprinted to the front door. When I opened it, the harsh yellow light from the hallway nearly blinded me. I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to leave her, fighting the urge to vomit just at the thought.

When I mustered the strength to put one foot over the threshold into the corridor, I knew I had done it. The last thing I did was to make sure the door closed silently behind me, ensuring it didn't click.

And then I was gone.

Ten Minutes Later…

I wasn’t sure how long I had been laying in the bed waiting for Vincent, but with this blindfold stretched across my eyes, it only made time move slower. He told me he’d be right back, and maybe this was all still part of the scene. While every bone in my body ached and inch of skin yearned for his touch again, my mind grew impatient, and my heart thudded into the territory of something was wrong.

Because, in all honesty, where the fuck did Vincent go?

My body was wrecked from what we just did. And seriously, what the fuck just happened? Vincent was always the type to either fuck or passionately fuck, but this was a whole new level. Like…he owned me. And I didn’t just like it.

No.

I loved it.

Except, why was the silence in our apartment shattering any bliss thrumming through my body moments ago?

I’ll be right back. I’ll be right back. I’ll be right back…

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