Page 81 of Blinded By The Sun
I don’t know what shocks me more; That the smack sounds so loud against my ass cheek that the sound ricochets in the room or the pain that travels my entire body. Ciro holds me down by my neck as he adds more of his weight restraining me. He fucks me harder, rougher than he’s ever taken me. Ciro grabs one of my thighs, forcing my legs apart. He smacks my ass. This time, there are no breaks in between. The amount of times it’s raining down on my body has me screaming into the pillow and tears falling down my face. When Ciro holds my spread-out legs down, it triggers a memory with Jones and my body fights back but I don’t voice it because this is what I want. This is what I need. I need to see the end of the tunnel. To not feel Jones on me anymore, but my body is trying to trick my brain into thinking it’s him. Ciro grips my thigh tighter and I cry out, but I don’t tell him to stop.
“Fuck,” Ciro grunts as he increases his thrusts, and each thrust feels like it’s hitting my throat. I feel him in every part of me.
I shut my eyes once more and for that split second; I go back to that moment. Go back to being helpless, but then Ciro smacks my thigh. “No!” He grits through his teeth. “Fuck this and fuck your sugar,” he says.
I don’t get what that means until Ciro pulls out so fast; it has my head spinning. He smacks my other ass cheek for good measure. Not one time, but almost the same amount of times as he did the first. He slaps my clit twice, I grip the bed sheets and cum so hard, my eyes cross. My brain is confused because it knows it’s Ciro doing this, but I can’t fully get Jones out of the way. The way he was holding me down. Ciro grunts and spreads more of my juices to the only other hole he hasn’t conquered yet. I try to prep myself, but Ciro doesn’t give two shits about that as his dick probes the entrance. My body tries to move away from the intrusion, but Ciro runs the back of his hand down my spine in a soothing mechanism. It does its job as Ciro slips in little by little. Ciro stops soothing my back, and he leans his entire body over mine. He continues to enter, “Relax, baby… relax,” he whispers.
I can’t relax because all I’m seeing is Jones when I shut my eyes but then when I feel Ciro’s kisses on whatever part of my body and his fingers as they touch me, the once image of Jones is gone and there it is Ciro on top of me. Holding me down, but in this version, I willingly open my legs to him, and I let him take me and conquer me because this is who I need. This is who I want. “Ciro…” I whisper.
“Oh, sugar…” He grunts as he continues, and the uncomfortable feeling disappears and all I feel now is the will to let him take me this way.
My hand travels behind him and I push him further inside of me. I shudder as his ass cheek clenches. It’s so surreal and different. I moan low and dig my nails into his ass which has Ciro changing the pace a bit and his entire body shudders. Ciro loses himself in the moment like I did, and he cums. “I love you,” I confess one more time.
“I love you, too,” Ciro says as he slowly pulls out.
“The way you conquer is beautiful.”
“The way you like to be taken is sexy as fuck.” He kisses my cheek. “Let’s go take a shower and get you some cream for your ass cheeks. They must be on fire.” He teases.
I chuckle but hiss because Ciro lightly flicks one of them. “You’re rude,” I playfully say.
Ciro chuckles and someone knocks on the door. “What!” He yells.
“Lights are back on, dipshit. Thanks for the maintenance, asshole.” Tank states.
Ciro laughs hard and I can feel the authenticity of that laughter as it reverberates against my body.
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