Page 109 of The Loathing

“King,” I mewl, “I want you to fuck me,” he stills for a moment. “I want to be sore, I want to be so sore that every time I move tomorrow all I remember is this moment and the way you fucked me.”

He rears up, digging his fingers into the inside of my thighs and spreading my legs wider.

“Show me baby, fuck me the way you have been fantasising about fucking me,” I smirk, and I hear a deep, primal growl.

He slips out to the tip; I feel the sting but I ignore it.

“You want it hard baby? You want me to show you just how much I have wanted to be inside your tight little cunt?” I moan at his dirty mouth.

“Yes, I want you to show me,” I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, and I see the smirk that spreads across his lips.

He slams into me, hard and fast and I cry out. He does it again, his skin hitting my skin as he begins to pound into me, his cock slipping in and out of my pussy with ease and my eyes roll in the back of my head, my fingers finding my clit again as I begin to slowly rub as I watch Titus fucking me relentlessly, not holding back.

I watch as he pulls to the tip, leaving it there as he teases. “You want to be sore baby; you want to remember my cock every time you walk? Every time you sit?” he slams hard back into me, and I feel my pussy tighten, my fingers moving faster over my clit. His tip sits at my entrance, his fingers still digging into the skin on my thighs. “Every time you squeeze these pretty thighs together?” His cock hits me deep and I cry out, my legs beginning to tremble, and he pulls out again. “I hope you know what you’ve signed yourself up for, you want to be sore? I’ll make you fucking sore,” he growls slamming into me and I clench, the pressure building, my skin burning and my pussy aches, begging for release.

I lift my fingers from my swollen clit and Titus slows for just a moment as he spits on my pussy, then slaps my clit before he fucks me hard and fast, riding my pussy until I can’t take it anymore. My fingers lower and I rub my clit, my hips meeting his every thrust until I am crying out, my orgasm exploding, coming hard and fast like a steam train and I swear I black out, my ears ringing with a high pitch noise. My back arches off the bed and that’s when I feel Titus’ fingers wrap round my throat as he continues to fuck me through my orgasm and I hear him roar, heavy, breathless pants leaving him as he pounds in and out of me as his own orgasm spills out of him, splitting him in two.

“Amora,” he groans, his head tipping back as he loses himself completely.

He eventually slows, collapsing on top of me as his hands cradle my face.

“Well fuck,” he scoffs, laughing slightly as he pushes my hair from my face.

“Well fuck,” I blush, wrapping my legs round his large frame as my lips meet his, my whole world turned upside down in one moment, I am on a constant high and I never want to come down from it. He has ruined me.

In the best way.

“Are you okay?” he asks, concern lacing his voice, “I was a little rough,” his face buries in the crook between my jaw and shoulder, and I feel the soft kisses he trails along my skin.

“I am perfect baby, thank you for showing me what it is like to be…” I nearly say loved but I stop myself, stumbling over my words for a moment.

“I will spend however long it takes to show you what it is like,” his voice is muffled. “Come on, let’s go get you cleaned up,” he slowly rolls up but I shake my head from side to side.

“No, not yet. Just stay here with me. I don’t want this moment to be over… not yet. Because as soon as this moment is over, it’s back to real life and I’m not quite ready to step back into reality yet,” I whisper because I am terrified of losing him.

“Okay Little Red, let’s just stay for a while.”

“Just for a while,” I nod, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip to stop the tremble.

I had fallen so fucking hard for Titus King that it terrified me, but it terrified me in the best way possible.

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The next few days were spent exploring each other and suddenly my mind drifts to last night.

“That’s it, fuck, Little Red…” Titus’ erotic groans fill the room as he guides me down his thick, hard, cock. “Look how well you take me,” he praises as he fills me to the hilt. I still, letting my body get adjusted to just how deep he is in this position. I’m on top, legs straddled over his broad body, and I can feel every, single, inch of him.

Splaying my hands against his chest, I feel the steady beat of his heart underneath my fingertips.

I keep my eyes on him as I begin to slowly rock my hips over him as my eyes roll in the back of my head. Every bit of me feels over sensitive, his large, calloused hands grip into my hips and his fingers dig into my skin.

“You feel so good,” his jaw is clenched tight as he lifts me slightly and he drifts his eyes down between our bodies watching as his cock slips in and out of me at a slow, delicious pace.

“Titus,” I whisper, my voice quivering as I dig my nails into his soft skin and my hips rotate in circular motions a little faster now, trying to get all I can from him.

“I know baby,” his soft, low voice breezes over me like a warm spring day but my skin explodes with goosebumps, my skin pebbling under his touch. “I can’t wait to fuck you hard, fast, rough…” he pants as he lifts me up his cock then slides me back down again. “Bring your knees up baby, I need more,” he cranes his neck so he can get a better view of us. I do as he asks, bending my knees and letting my feet press into the soft mattress beneath me.

His hips rock harder and faster into me and I try with all I have to meet every single thrust.

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