Page 14 of Forbidden Property
She giggles as I wrap my arm around her.
“I’ve never shown a woman my new bedroom.”
“You hate me,” she whispers. “You hate me…”
My crotch presses against her ass and my dick throbs powerfully against her. Absolutely not. In my hazy dream state, my body feels entirely blissful. There isn’t an ounce of hatred, especially not towards this ethereal creature pressing against me with soft, curvy flesh. I’ve never fucked out of pure raw desire before. Sexual desires have no control over my choices and emotions have rarely entered my reasoning for getting into bed with one woman or another.
This would be a first for me and it’s just a dream, so who really cares if I do things that I would never do when I was awake?
“I don’t hate you,” I whisper. “How could I hate the thickest ass cheeks I’ve ever seen in my life?”
She quivers against me. I can’t tell if she’s scared or turned on, but both options make me rock fucking hard and ready for her.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I growl. “So hot that I want to throw my morals aside.”
“You’re disgusting.”
I press my nose into her neck. In the dream world, I can do this without consequences. In the dream world, I have an outlet for my deep, erotic rage towards this magnetic woman who has absolutely no right to exert this much control over me. She makes me forget myself. She crawls into my shower fantasies and now she’s in my dreams.
The invasion of my most vulnerable space infuriates me. I grab onto her waist, the freedom I feel to act in this world without consequence pushes me to test my boundaries. I can hurt her for the way she hurts me. My fingers sink into the sides of her hips and as my fantasy woman cries out in pain, my dick only gets harder.
Fuck, I love the way she screams.
“I’m worse than disgusting,” I whisper. “I act like I don’t give a fuck about you, but every minute you’re in a room with me, I dream of bending you over, sliding your panties down over your thighs and plugging you full with my cream.”
She whimpers with noisy disgust. Everything about how I feel for her fills me with disgust too. Does she think I enjoy the dirty fantasies that climb into my head every time this woman comes near me? She doesn’t mean for the scent of her perfume to overwhelm me. She’s effortless in her attractiveness and so fucking confident in herself when the world should have reduced her to nothing by now.
How does she stay so strong? My fantasies of breaking her in the shower rise to a feverish lust in my chest. Even in the dream world, I have to strip away layers of clothing to get to the prize hidden between her soft folds. I hate how she makes me a slave to my lust and I want to hurt her for drawing those feelings out of me.
My hand wanders from the front of her hips to the front of her sweatpants. She would look much better in something slutty that barely covers her pussy lips. My cock rises as I imagine forcing her into various outfits that give me a view of her curves that puts her body parts on display. I know I have a problem.
I slide the sweatpants over her ass and this movement sends my prey into a panic. Her resistance in the dream world sends me into an immediate surge of rage. How dare she resist me even in my fantasy world? How fucked up is that? She wriggles away from me and I wrap my arm around her waist with her sweatpants around her ankles, dragging the kicking and screaming woman over to my bed.
She cries out loudly as I throw her onto my bed and the fight continues. Is this what I really dream about? I didn’t realize how deeply my cravings for domination lay in my self-conscious. Time slips through my fingers enough that I don’t remember thrusting my body on top of hers to pin her to the bed and keep her still long enough so she stops screaming.
It takes all of my weight on top of her to stop the fighting. My body presses her into the bed and my cock nestles perfectly between the biggest ass cheeks I have ever touched. I can only do this because it’s a dream. In the real world, I have to continue to treat her with cruelty.
Mop girl. That chubby little janitor…My cock stiffens.
“I want to fuck a baby in you so badly,” I whisper, allowing the darkest of my fantasies to take hold of me, comforted by the fogginess in my head that this dreamy desire won’t follow me into the waking world. I could never stand the humiliation of having her aware of just how easily she could have me wrapped around her finger… if she said the right things and pushed the right buttons instead of succumbing to her instinctive hatred.
“Renzo, no…” her voice comes out as a soft, pleading whimper. But my dick gets unbelievably hard as my closeness to fulfilling my darkest fantasies approaches.
“I don’t care what you want,” I growl. “I’m going to fill your virgin cunt with my seed and get you pregnant with my Italian baby. For the rest of your life, I will control my sister’s best friend and even if I’m your worst enemy… you will be mine.”
My cock jerks with desire again. It feels so fucking good to admit this out loud, even if it’s morally wrong. I know the difference despite my past actions. I have a clear moral code which dictates my behavior.
“Renzo… I can’t… You hate me…”
“Even if I hated you,” I whisper. “Wouldn’t that make it better? We would be great lovers and better enemies,mop girl.”
She angles to kick me hard. I’m too numb to feel any pain and the absence of pain from such a hard kick reassures me that I really am dreaming and completely free to act out my darkest fantasies using my worst enemy as a toy.
“I hate you,” she breathes, barely able to get in a breath of air with my weight forcing her into the bed. She has to face the inevitability of my cock inside her with utter powerlessness to react. I hope my body doesn’t have such an aversion to experiencing pleasure. Judging by the surges traveling through me as I rub my crotch against her ass… I’ll be just fine.
“That will make it even better to cum inside you,” I murmur, nibbling her ear to give her a soft reminder that her fate is totally inevitable. “Knowing that you hate my guts but will have to spend ten months growing my seed in your fertile womb gets me so fucking hard.”
She grunts and struggles against me with even more fight than before.
