Chapter 41 You Want My Cock, Sancia?
SANCIA
His face was hard, and his eyes narrowed as though he could see into my mind.
“You want my cock, Sancia? I will give it when I feel like it. Not before,” he crawled over me like the predator he was.
Hovering over me, his honey brown eyes holding mine, his knee forced my legs wide, his hand stroked its way down, palming both my breasts, it ran down over my stomach and finally between my thighs.
The entire time, I tried not to think of his hand as anything other than wood, and it might have worked if his long fingers hadn't sought my entrance at that moment; I flinched as he forced a single finger inside me.
Fear almost choked me as I waited for him to notice the change, to withdraw his fingers and demand I tell him why I was no longer a virgin.
But he said nothing; I was dry as a desert except for the usual moisture. All his sadistic acts earlier had no effect on me, but as he added another finger, his thumb found that little nub and began to strum it, and his fingers thrust deeper.
Suddenly, waves of tension made me hold my breath, trying not to react from the instant wetness as my body betrayed me, softening, melting, and getting wetter under his manipulation.
His eyes turned heavily lidded as he felt my pussy getting wetter by the second.
“That's it, give me more,” he groaned, scissoring his fingers and rotating them. “You're so damn tight.”
My lips part as sparks of that hated pleasure gradually build inside me, making my stomach quiver; I bite my lips and close my eyes.
His other hand instantly wrapped around my neck and squeezed hard until my eyes sprang open. His grip loosened, but he kept his hand there like a manacle.
“Don't you dare close your eyes,” he warned darkly, still holding my gaze as his fingers pumped deeper and faster inside my tight pussy, making lewd sounds that mortified and aroused me at the same time.
Despite my reluctance, my walls grip him tighter. I don't want this, but I can't stop it. I bite my lips hard even as my hips start bucking helplessly, chasing his fingers. His eyes sparkle with satisfaction.
“That's it, I can feel you, come for me, Sancia,” he ordered, his fingers plunging deeper, his thumb flicking my slippery clit.
Tears well up inside my eyes, I bite my lips hard until I taste blood as I arch into him and come silently, legs shaking.
“Good girl, that's not so bad now, is it?” Lorenzo praised his fingers, still thrusting, drawing out my pleasure. His eyes look so dark, lust-filled, and hungry; his face looks hard, his features sharper. He glanced down at my bloody lips and grinned.
“You'd rather hurt yourself than let me hear your pleasure?” he murmured, voice hoarse, eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction. “Oh, baby, you've just become irresistible to me.”
Before I could say anything, Lorenzo slammed his mouth against mine, punishing, and savagely.
His tongue thrust into my mouth and tangled with mine, swallowing my gasp and whimpering as his fingers renewed their efforts, sending me blindingly into another orgasm.
When he pulled back and left my mouth free, my lips throbbed and felt swollen. He withdrew his drenched fingers from my spasming pussy and brought them up for me to see before he sucked them into his mouth.
“You taste delicious, Sancia, but I'm about to burst a nut right now; I need to bury my cock inside you. Regrettably, eating your pussy will have to wait.” He winked at me.
My cheeks burn with shame. Even as my body tingles and my clit pulsed, however, I didn't get the time to wallow in self-loathing and the other confusing feelings inside me as Lorenzo hiked up one of my legs to my shoulders and plunged inside my pussy to the hilt.
I gasped as my walls stretched to accommodate his girth. It didn't hurt, but it was uncomfortable; the familiar fullness was strange; it weirdly made me wonder if all men were this big; Jonas had been as big.
I lost that train of thought as Lorenzo withdrew and rammed into me so hard my teeth clanged together.
“So fucking tight,” he growled, slamming his cock deeper; he pulled out and thrust back in harder and faster, setting up a pace that robbed me of breath and made my breasts bounce with every deep thrust.
I couldn't stop the onslaught of pleasure crashing into me, but I used every last ounce of mental strength I had not to reach out and touch him, grabbed him to me as my body was begging to do, instead I clutched the sheets with white knuckles, biting back my cries and moans so hard I knew my mouth was going to be swollen later on.
But all that flew right out the window when Lorenzo changed his angle and thrust against a spot inside me that stole my self-control and made me scratch his back in total abandon; moans and cries spilled out of my mouth in pleasure.
His dark eyes glinted with triumph as he held my dazed eyes, mercilessly ramming his cock against that spot. His grip around my neck tightened, choking me. My pussy walls clenched around his cock so hard in what could only be panic.
“Ahh, fuck!” he groaned, increasing his pace. “You like that, don't you?”
“Come for me, Sancia, fucking milk my cock.” I gasped back, bowing as he latched his lips around one hard nipple, drawing it deep into his hot mouth, then he bit into it and choked me hard at the same time.
Pain and pleasure combined, sending mixed signals to my brain as I screamed, coming hard, clenching around his plunging cock.
His grip around my throat has gotten tighter. I couldn't breathe as he plunged deep and groaned loudly. Something warm filled my pussy as he shuddered and spurted some more of his cum inside me.
He finally unwrapped his fingers from my neck; I gasped, sucking in air greedily. More of that warm liquid slid out as he continued fucking me with shallow thrusts.
My eyes were wide open, but I couldn't see; everything was a blur as my body shook, and my senses returned from the abyss it had been sent to.
It took a few seconds for my eyes to acclimate back to normal, and that was when Lorenzo finally pulled out and rolled on his back, breathing.