The hot cum shot inside me all at once, flooding my asshole with a thick, throbbing heat that was almost scalding. Each thick spurt filled me up more, marking me deep inside, then oozing out slow and sticky, hot and messy on my ass cheeks, trickling down my thighs in lazy streams that made my sensitive skin prickle. I fucking loved that feeling of being totally taken, stuffed to the brim, used in this raw, shameless way. The warmth spread slow, mixing with the lingering pulse of my own orgasm, leaving me limp, satisfied, and still starving for more all at once.
Rodrigo pulled his dick out slow. My asshole stayed there, gaping, slick, dripping slow, throbbing with the last spasms. The cool air in the room brushed the exposed, sensitive flesh, sending a long shiver racing up my whole spine.
My body was still shaking. But my mind... my mind was somewhere else. On Diego.
Rodrigo got up off the bed, panting, chest heaving. I stayed lying on my side, staring at Diego. He didn't look away from me. His gaze was pure ownership, raw lust, a mix of anger and horniness that made my heart race all over again.
The deal was he'd just watch. But I wanted more. I wanted to feel him truly possessing me, claiming me like I was all his.
And I broke the rules.
"Come on..." I said low, voice hoarse, barely breathing, heart pounding against my ribs.
And he came.
With that hungry look that cut me in half, he stared at me like I was his property. There was total possession there, a fire that burned everything, and an anger I could feel pulsing in the air between us, like my surrender to Rodrigo had ripped open a wound that needed to be sealed with force.
"Fuck... I'm dying to fuck you," he growled, voice rough tearing through the silence, his hard cock throbbing visibly, thick and swollen with a desire that couldn't be contained anymore.
"Then fuck me," I begged, out of breath, no shame, no pride, just raw need.
I wanted him truly owning me, ripping away any last shred of doubt about who controlled my body and my heart.
"Arch that ass."
I obeyed right away. Of course I did. It was instinct, surrender, what I always knew I'd do for him.
I propped myself on the bed, knees sinking into the mattress, elbows firm, ass lifted high, totally exposed. The wetness trickled slow down my inner thighs, the cool air teasing the sensitive skin and making me tremble with anticipation and fear all mixed up.
He came at me, and he came hard.
No warning, his open hand came down hard on my ass cheek. The slap cracked loud, echoing like thunder in the room. I screamed right then—a yell from deep in my chest, half shock, half sharp pain that spread across my skin. It burned deep, throbbed hot, scorched right to my soul. It really hurt. But in the middle of that pain came the twisted pleasure I knew so well, the pleasure of being his in that wild way, dominated like my body was born to belong to him.
Right after, no gentleness, he shoved two fingers into my ass. Deep, straight in, no prep. The sudden invasion made me arch my back, a muffled moan slipping out as I bit my lips hard to keep from screaming louder. I could feel Rodrigo's cum still hot in there, and his fingers moving slow, opening me up even more.
"You're all sloppy with cum, girl..." he murmured, voice low and loaded with contempt and desire at the same time. "Your ass is all stretched out. That's what you like, huh?"
The words sliced into me like a knife. They set me on fire. They humiliated me. And I loved every fucking syllable.
He turned his face to Rodrigo, who was standing against the wall, quiet and distant.
"You know your girlfriend's a little slut, right?"
The mockery was cruel, on purpose, poking at his wound deliberately. Rodrigo didn't answer. He didn't need to. His silence hurt more than any words.
The mockery was cruel, on purpose, poking at his wound deliberately. Rodrigo didn't answer. He didn't need to. His silence hurt more than any words.
Diego turned his eyes back to me. His fingers still buried deep, moving slow.
"Tell him. Go on... tell him you're my little slut."
"I'm... I'm your little slut. And he knows it," I answered without thinking, voice shaking with emotion and truth. It was true. Always had been. And saying it out loud hurt and freed me all at once.
He gave me two more slaps. One on each side. Hard. Cracking loud. The skin burned again, the sting spreading in hot waves that filled my eyes with tears. I squeezed my eyes shut tight, bit my lower lip until I tasted the salty blood. I tried to take it. And I did. Because taking it proved I was his.
"Slut... whore... bitch... cunt..." his mouth spat insults between the slaps, each word landing like a blow that marked me inside.
And as crazy as it sounds, it made me even wetter, more vulnerable, more desperate for him. My pussy throbbed from the inside out, empty and soaked, begging for more humiliation, more possession, for more pain that turned to pleasure.
He grabbed my hair with brutal force, yanked back until my whole back arched. My scalp burned so good. Moaning, all I wanted was one thing: for him to take me now, to erase any last bit of me that wasn't his.
"Now take it, slut... I'm gonna fuck you."
And he did, full force, no mercy.
The first thrust was deep, brutal, bending my whole body like he wanted to split me in two. He dominated me right then, claimed me like I'd always been his, like every thrust was punishment. Each follow-up came harder, more furious, loaded with lust and a pain I felt in my chest as much as my body. His cock slammed to the bottom, hitting hard, filling every inch with pressure that mixed unbearable pain and overwhelming pleasure.
I moaned out of control. Bit the sheet, teeth digging into the damp fabric soaked with spit and tears. My hands clutched the mattress in desperation to keep from collapsing under the weight of that pleasure stabbing through me like a knife.
"Yeah, fuck me..." I moaned loud, couldn't hold back, voice breaking. "Fuck me harder..."
To be continued...