Page 53 of Petrichor

“You want my dick, Fly,” Marco whispers darkly, as I glower at him. I can hear the lusty moans around us, and I wish I was uttering them. But not with him.

“Go stick it in one of your skanks, straight guy!” I bark at him.

“I wantyourhole,” he growls, making me shudder all over. “After all that sucking, I bet you crave the feel of my dick drilling your juicy ass until my balls empty inside of you. Have you imagined it? All this fat thickness stretching you out, reaching so deep inside you, it hurts.”

How is he so good at driving me insane with lust?

He lets go of my chin to push my top up and stares at the bralette made of sheer black mesh I’m wearing underneath. His fist tightens around my top, pulling it even more around my neck. Does he like my lingerie? His heated eyes seem laser focused on it. His big hand moves to stroke my pecs, almost reverently at first,rubbing the sheer fabric against my skin and my sensitive nipples. I bite my lips to stifle a moan—I won’t give him the satisfaction. But as soon as I conjure the thought, a whimper rips out of my lips as he pinches my nipple so hard, it stings.

“Don’t keep those slutty noises inside while I fuck you.”

He frees my hands to grab my ass and lifts me up, wrapping my legs around him. He spits on his dick. I feel for a moment the head of his cock against my wet entrance, and then without even a warning, he shoves it all the way inside me.

It sucks all the air out of my chest. My head falls back as I open my mouth in a silent scream. He’s so damn long and thick—thank God, I stuffed some lube inside me when I prepped myself. I claw his jacket and pull his hair as he stretches my hole to the maximum.

His groan is deep and long. His fast breaths warm and moist against my ear. I feel his lips on my lobe trailing down before giving my neck a long, lewd lick.

“I hate you.” My words are in contrast with my actions. I expose more skin to his tongue and clench around his cock. The citrus scent envelops me, and I turn my nose into his thick hair. The sting slowly lessens while he sucks and nips, grunting against my skin.

He doesn't move. I feel his cock buried deep in me, throbbing, hard and hot, impaling me so unbearably good.

“I didn’t fuck her.” The unexpected confession doesn’t make me feel better.

“You came,” I retort, turning my head to the left. I heard it. His orgasmic grunt. It was easy to recognize it after listening to it so many times. She made him come somehow. With her hand? Her mouth? Her body stroking against his? Ugh!

He hums, the bastard. Confirming once again that I’m just a hole for him, nothing more, nothing less. I dig my nails in his nape as rage fills me.

“I hate you. Get off me.” I start twisting my body, trying to push him away, but it only make his cock slide even deeper. I don’t want him to see me crying. Damn it! He doesn’t deserve more tears.

He grabs my face, and looking straight into my eyes, he says, “I came thinking of you.”

I pause for a moment. But it makes little difference. I can’t see anything through the blazing anger and betrayal right now.

“Are you for real? You still let her touch you.” Bile reaches my throat at the thought once again.

“And you didn’t let that fucker grope you?” he snarls. How dare he act all angry when he started it!

“What the hell do you want from me?” I ask crossly. “What?”

His penetrating eyes remain on my face as I feel his cock pulsating inside me. That’s what he wants. To scratch the itch. Well, I can do it too.

“I’ll let you fuck me, but once we are done, that’s it. That’s how you like it right? No repeats. And I’ll fuck whoever I want,” I mutter.

His body turns stiff against mine as he narrows his eyes, now blazing with fury. His fingers wrap around my throat while he hisses, “Nobody tells me what to do, pretty Butterfly.” His gaze turns suddenly cold as it falls on his tightening fingers. “It would be so easy.” He squeezes his hand, pushing on my windpipe and sending a shiver down my body—not the fearful kind, no, quite the opposite. “I’d make you come while you fight for your last breath.”

My moan sounds eager. Pleasure-pain is a kink I’ve always been fond of.

“Do it!” I dare him, pushing his hand more firmly around my neck.

“Asphyxiation is not my style. Even though you tempt me every single day.”

I sniff and clench my inner muscles around him in retaliation.

“You’re squeezing me inside you like you don’t ever want to part from me. Like the big dick in your hole that much?” he rumbles, his shaft twitching. It fills me so completely, it almost reaches my stomach.

“I need you to move.”

“And if I don’t?” God, he’s such a jerk.

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