Page 41 of Scary Suitor

My fingers card through his soft hair and yank the strands. He groans against the bud, and my thighs clamp around his head. White splatters my vision, my mouth agape as my chest heaves, and the cold tingling in my nipples serves as a semblance of lucidity.

My pulsing hole gushes, clenching rhythmically on his thrusting fingers. More juices flow onto the palm of his hand as he curls the digits. He hits something so much more sensitive than the rippling walls, something so squishy that my hips buck to grind my clit on his sharp teeth.

Flaring heat rolls on my tight skin, bright stars dotting in my eyes, fingers too shaky to pull his head from my puffy cunt.

What was that?

“Tastes better than I thought,” he notes, blissfully smiling with glistening cum on his lips. “Sensitive little thing,” he says while climbing over me. “I as well. I’ve been waiting to have you since I first saw you.”

It’s a warning, and my heart warms.

“I’m rough,” Cassio begins, balancing on his knees to get rid of his clothes. “You’ll take everything I give you. But it’s your first time, so I’ll try not to make you cry too much.”

His body is a sculpture of bulging inked muscles and powerful grooved lines. His cock is fat. Too big for my virgin hole. He sees my apprehension, the need to flee from ahugeproblem, and he snakes his hands under my knees to hold them over my chest.

Cum oozes from my empty hole as his thick cock sits on top of the juicy folds. Rutting his hips, he laughs in my face when frightened tears spill from my widened eyes.

I can’t help it. I’m scared. His cock is really big, the flushed tip reaching my belly button and maybe more if he isn’t already moving to smear the bead of cum on my swollen clit.

My fingers touch his under my knees, hoping for comfort as I graze his knuckles with trembles shooting through the digits.

Cassio grins and bullies the fat tip through the tiny hole. Blinding pleasure merges with pain as the sensation scorches the ring of unused muscles. Spongy walls quiver in protest as his cock stretches me, and he merely smiles wider at the fresh tears rolling on my temple.

“Fuck,” he spits quietly as his cock nestles snugly, too much for my poor little cunt, and grinds messily.

“You really are the best, pretty girl.” He groans huskily, head thrown back and neck bulging a prominent vein.

The rest of the thick inches breaks through my resisting pussy.

His throat pours out curses as his strained arms buckle. My legs slide to his stilled hips, inner thighs grazing the tense muscles around his waist while he cages my head with his forearms.

Exhilaration, delight, and an indiscernible emotion bash my heart against my ribs. I raise my hips, pussy slurping his cock as my sodden folds kiss the base.

As quick as his downfall, he climbs back up with a far more determined shade of green in his feral eyes.

“You could have been free,” he murmurs, words slurring as he draws his powerful hips back.

His hands find purchase on my thighs again, coloring the inner plush with darker colors as he fucks my pussy with haste.

He kisses me harshly, shoving down the meek moans, and curls our tongues. His voice is heavy, laced with immoral satin as his thick cock pistons my tight walls.

“I was never going to let you win,” he reckons breathlessly, “it doesn’t matter if you’re across the world with a new name; I will always find you. You did everything differently, yet here you are—back to me.”

While speaking, he stops moving. I pout with tearful eyes and a squeezing hole, enticing him to pound my pussy rougher. Squelching sounds are humiliating as they become louder with each thrust, pulling strings of cum and snapping them as he plunges inside.

“How long do you plan on crying?” he asks, but I’m too out of it to answer. “There’s no need to get so worked up over me.”

Angling his thrusts, the heavy vein prods the sweetest spots and drenches my walls. I claw his back, finding a moment of clarity, but it shatters as his fat cock thickens so much that my little hole hurts to accommodate him.

He dives a hand down to rub the neglected bud, pinching and squishing it tightly, forcing spurts of slippery juices to drool down his cock.

“It’s okay,” he coos, lips murmuring on my temple. “Spread your legs a little more.”

They part at his command, earning sugary praises.

“That’s a good girl. Now, cum.”

My swollen pussy cushions the last strokes before he freezes, dark hair swaying in his unhinged green eyes, cock jerking with long throbs. Strong limbs cage my body, controlling the violent shudders tearing through me as I sob pitifully, but the obscene squelching noises are louder.

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