Page 44 of Troublemaker
My body had never needed to fuck as badly as it did now, with her sweet wet cunt strangling my cock. Need pounded through me, and just like I’d told her, it didn’t take me out of my mind, only honed my desires sharply to one sole focus—her.
“Lift your arms,” I ordered, and she did. I pulled off her top, and out bounced her tits, naked and bare and perfect to play with.
To bite.
To suck.
To make her scream.
I went to town on them, treating my teeth to one and then the other, covering her mouth again with my hand in case someone heard her and we both got screwed. Her pussy clenched around my cock, pulsing in time with my bites, her cries blocked by my hand.
“Sweetheart, my cock is too busy right now to be an effective gag. Can you be quiet for daddy?”
Her eyes warmed and she nodded, holding in her sweet cries and keeping us both safe. That handled, I went back to worrying her nipples with my teeth and lips and tongue, sucking and biting, demanding without words that she come like this, from nothing but my cock in her cunt and my mouth ravaging her breasts.
She did, sucking my cock tight within her and drenching it as she tensed and then released. My cock strained, because I also needed to come again. Gripping her hips, not worrying about the bruises I knew I’d leave with my fingers, I lifted her up and slammed her back down on top of me, forgetting in my fervor that this was only her second time. I bounced her up and down on my cock until she got the rhythm, raising and lowering with me as quickly as she could, but not quick enough. I powered into her in my desk chair, aware of her soaking me and the leather with her juices, loving the idea that I’d smell her here even after she was gone.
No.
Not gone.
“You’re not goinganywhere,” I told her, and she blinked, mumbling something against my hand.
I moved it.
She immediately tilted her head back to kiss me, which I avoided by twisting and biting her neck, trying to ignore the momentary flash of pain in her eyes, diffused by needy pleasure.
“I can’t—really—” she gasped as she rose over me and slid back down, then up, “—go anywhere right now, so I think we’re good.”
She’d misunderstood me. I didn’t mean right now when I was fucking her, I meant after, when our release had dried. Later,someday, when she realized she didn’t want to be tied down to a joyless man twice her age.
But I wasn’t going to explain that, or get in an argument, not when my body was urging me on. Instead, I wrenched her down, covering her mouth again, taking over, pounding hard into her pussy as deep as I could get, spewing guttural nonsense as I did.
“That’s right, troublemaker. You aren’t going anywhere, are you? Can’t get away, not with me holding you so tight. I can fuck you and fuck you and fuck you, and you won’t escape, you’ll just take it like a good girl. You want me to make you? Oh, I’ll make you. Make you take every inch of me and every single drop of my cum in that warm, hot, tight, perfect pussy. And then I’ll do it all over again. You’re going to feel me for days.”
She nodded eagerly so I continued, spine sparking, balls tightening, knowing I was about to come harder than I ever had in my entire life.
“You unleashed something inside me and I’m not going back. You’re going to get me raw and hard and ready. You like that, don’t you sweetheart? You’re drenching my cock. Rub that little clit for me and come again.”
Eyes glazed, she rushed to do what I said. I wasn’t used to this version of Lucy, one who obeyed and didn’t fight back. I liked it. Later, I wanted her to fight me. Later, I wanted her to struggle.
But for now, I liked her sweet and submissive this way. With a muffled moan, she tightened around me and came again.
I shut my own mouth to contain my shout of triumph, knowing that no one had ever seen her like this but me—and no one ever would.
The need to fuck deeper, harder, to make her hurt so good, overwhelmed me. I dragged her off my lap, even as my cock protested.
“What—” she was still coming.
“Over the desk with you.”
Her legs almost buckled, so I stood, lifting and depositing her so she leaned over the desk and her bare ass faced me. Unable to stop myself, I ordered her to grab the desk and stay bent over before kneeling behind her and shoving my head between her legs, sucking her lower lips into my mouth and eating her pussy.
She couldn’t contain her sounds and cried out. I just had to pray the walls were thick enough that no one would hear her, because I couldn’t worry about that right now. Not when I could taste her, feast on her, force her over the edge again as she shook and writhed over me, squeezing her legs around my ears like the sexiest winter hat I’d ever had the pleasure of wearing.
Only when she started whining that it was too much did I relent, kissing her pussy and moving away to rise and stand behind her. The logical part of me loved that she’d been a virgin because it meant I could fuck her raw. The caveman part of me loved that she’d been a virgin, period. Both parts were gross assholes, but I didn’t really give a shit. No, I just spread her legs wide, delivering smacks to her ass just because I felt like it, and then leaning over her and whispering in her ear,
“You ready for daddy to fill you up with his cum, troublemaker? I’m about to make a cream pie out of your pussy.”
