Page 56 of Petrichor

“W-what?” I cry when he sucks viciously on my neck.

“You said you hate me. How much?” His hips don’t stop pumping, like he doesn’t actually care what I feel for him. So why ask?

“So much that I-I want…ahhhh…to hurt you.” Not true. The thought of really hurting him makes my stomach turn.

“Fuck yesss!” He seems to like my reply, judging by the way he’s drilling my hole. “Sink those nails in me, pretty Butterly, and give me some pain.”

I do as he says, enjoying the hisses he utters in my ear.

“You were humping my shoulder like a bitch in heat while I was finger fucking your hole before.”

I feel my cheeks warming as I remember coming in less than two minutes while hanging from his shoulder. Why is he telling me this? Does he enjoy embarrassing me?

“Fuck you!”

He chuckles. “Oh, but you seem to want to do it all yourself. It’s so fucking good, look at your ass going.”

I freeze as I realize that he is not the one moving anymore.I am, shoving my hole down on his cock while bouncing my butt eagerly against him.

“Your insides are drenched. Will turn you into a cum bucket.” I should loathe it, the way he talks to me and treats me. But instead, I want more.

His sexy groan mixes with my eager moan as we move together now. His hand glides to my abdomen, pressing the palm against my skin. “I can feel my cock fucking inside you. It’s making space for a thick load.”

I love cum. The feeling of a cock jerking and squirting in my hand or inside my mouth. The intoxicating musk as jizz is smeared over my face or chest, creating a wet, fragrant sheen. The sight of thick white splattering against my flesh. So evocatively filthy. But getting filled with his feels damn fantastic, especially while hearing him so damn horny for it.

“You’re still full of my cum. Every time I thrust it gushes out of your greedy hole,” he rumbles with satisfaction.

“You’re the one who swelled up and came inside me,” I counter.

His thrusts turn quick and I grab at his wrist, the leather bracelet he never takes off is under my fingers. He tenses behind me for amoment and then tugs at my hand. I let it go, frowning. But I not having time to think about it.

“Keep making those slutty sounds.” I’m suddenly pushed belly down on the sheets. He moves onto his knees, hands on my lower back, and leans over me before turning wild on my ass. “Need to fucking stuff you again. I’m going to leave you with cum dribbling down your thighs.”

My dick is trapped under me, but it rubs against the sheets every time Marco rams into me. It feels too good. I think I’m losing my mind. He keeps hitting my prostate, making me scream and sob, but he doesn’t stop. And I don’t want him to.

“Let me see those teary eyes.” He forces my head to the side. His drives slow down just when I am about to come. “Fuck. So sexy. Drool for me.”

Damn his sadistic tendencies. “Go to hell and fuck me harder,” I snarl, bucking under him, or trying to. He’s pinning me down flat on the mattress with those large hands of his.

“You’ve been dying for this from the start, haven’t you?” His dick slams into me.Yes!

I nod. “Feels like…you’re enjoying…my ass…quite a lot, too…sir,” I moan.

He growls deeply, and his next ferocious thrust pushes all thoughts away. I only feel the enormous pleasure his perfect dick is giving me, plowing my stretched pucker over and over relentlessly and hard. It fits so perfectly inside me.

Slam, slam, slam! He doesn’t stop fucking me into the mattress even when the pleasure finally racks my body, making me arch and take him even deeper. The orgasm keeps going and going in a loop, and I’m melting, burning like a supernova.

Marco doesn’t let up. I can only whine as he uses me like a wet hole. A second orgasm suddenly shakes my body, and then warmth spreads inside me.

“Cazzo, sí. Suck every last drop. Ahhhh. So fucking tight.” He’s so damn dirty in bed. This man infuriates me, surprises me, hurts me like no one before, and sex with him is out of this world.

He presses his face into the side of mine for a moment and brushes his lips on my temple. It isn’t a kiss, nor on the lips, but it feels just as intimate. Too quickly, it ends.

He pulls out as my pleasure is ebbing. My hands let go of the headboard and drop on the pillow as I start to feel lethargic. My palms hurt, all red with the imprint of the wooden surface.

I feel his fingers spreading my butt cheeks. “Got you good.” He sounds so damn proud of himself. He grabs the soft flesh and makes it jiggle. My ass is my best feature. Men go crazy over it. It’s round and high, and juicy, and I can make the fleshy cheeks bounce like a professional exotic dancer. Marco is not immune to it anymore. I’d smirk if I had any strength left.

“Squeeze those cheeks, or I’m going to be forced to plug your hole to keep all this prime cum inside you.”

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