Chapter 40 STEAMY ENCOUNTER
Ginnie
Varkos’s hand traveled down my body, his fingers tracing the line of my spine before sliding down to my pussy. He spread my legs wider, his hand cupping my ass, his thumb brushing my tight hole. “You’re such a sweet little thing, aren’t you?”
I gasped as he pushed one finger inside me, the sensation new but strangely welcoming at the same time. His other hand wrapped around his cock, the sound of his palm against his shaft echoing in the quiet bathroom. He pressed the tip against my entrance, the blunt pressure making me quiver.
Ready, baby?” He asked, his deep voice sending a shiver through me.
I nodded in return, my breath coming in quick gasps. “Y-yes, I want you so much.”
Without warning, he slammed into me, filling me up with one swift motion. I screamed, the pain mixing with pleasure as my body stretched to accommodate his size. He didn’t give me any time to adjust, immediately starting to thrust hard and fast.
Each time he slammed into me, his hand came down on my ass with a firm smack, leaving a burning trail of fire. My knees felt weak, but his strong grip around my waist kept me upright, his other hand still playing with my clit, sending waves of pleasure through me.
His grunts grew louder, his hips moving faster, and I knew he was close to climax. “You’re going to make me cum,” he growled in my ear, his voice thick with need. “You’re going to make me fill you up, aren’t you, Ginnie?”
I nodded, my voice lost to the overwhelming sensations. The pain had become a part of the pleasure, a strange feeling in sensations that had my body writhing in pleasure. His hand moved faster now, his thumb pressing down on my clit as his cock slammed into me, filling me.
Then he did something I wasn’t expecting. He left my clit and grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling me backwards with a force that made me gasp. His dick pushed even deeper into me, the sudden intrusion making me scream out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
He didn’t stop yet—though his hips kept moving, thrusting into me over and over again, his grip on my hair keeping me in place. With his free hand, he reached around to my breasts, cupping one in his palm before giving it a tough squeeze.
I could feel my nipples hardening under his touch, the pain was intense. He played with my nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger until it was a tight peak, all while his other hand was still gripping my hair tightly.
He began to pull on my hair harder, using it to control the angle of my body as he thrust deep into me. The sensation was almost too much to bear—the combination of his cock filling me, his hand mauling my tits, and the sting of each smack against my ass was driving me wild.
I could feel my orgasm building up again, my pussy clenching around him as his strokes grew harder. “Cum for me,” he grunted, his breath hot in my ear. “I want to feel that sweet little pussy of yours milk me dry.”
The words sent me over the edge, and I came with a scream, my body shaking and spasming around his thick cock. He groaned immediately after, his own orgasm following shortly after, filling me with his warm cum.
The feeling was intense, the sensation of being filled by him making me feel more connected to him than ever before. He held me there for a moment, his cock still inside me, our breathing heavy and ragged. Then, with a gentle kiss to my neck, he pulled out and turned me around to face him. “Good girl,” he murmured, his eyes filled with satisfaction. “You did so well.”
My knees are literally shaking right now, and I couldn’t stop the tears that rolled down my cheeks. But it wasn’t from the pain—it was from the intensity of the emotions that had just overwhelmed me. “Varkos,” I whispered, my voice trembling, “What’s the meaning of this going on between us?”
He looked down at me, his eyes full of something I couldn’t quite read—desire, satisfaction. Maybe even a hint of concern. “I don’t know, Ginnie…all I do know is that I want to fuck you all day long,” he said. “While you fill my ears with moans.”
He took the towel and dried me off, his touch surprisingly tender. My body was still trembling, my pussy sore and sensitive from his rough treatment. As he wrapped the towel around me, I leaned into his embrace, feeling the warmth and strength of his huge muscles. His arms enveloped me, and for a moment, the world outside the steamy bathroom ceased to exist.
“Let’s get you into bed,” he murmured, his voice soothing in a very calm manner, unlike the cold-hearted Varkos that I knew. “We’ve had quite the night.”
But as he picked me up, carrying me out of the bathroom, my mind snapped back to reality. “Varkos,” I said, my voice shaking, “What if anyone finds out about us?”
He looked down at me, his eyes dark with passion and something else—possessiveness maybe. “There’s nothing to worry about,” he murmured, leaning so close that I could feel his hot breath on my skin. “No one would ever find out about us.”
But I couldn’t help the thought that was nagging at me, a question that had been bubbling up in the back of my mind. “V-Varkos,” I called out his name again, my voice trembling slightly, “Do you even love me?”
He froze for a moment. His eyes searched for mine. For a brief moment, the lust and dominance in his gaze were replaced by something softer, something that made my heart stutter.
“What?” He asked, his voice hoarse.
I swallowed hard, the question feeling like it had taken all the courage in me to ask him. “Do you love me?” I repeated, my voice coming out as a low whisper.