Precious Gems - Sierra Hill Page 0,38
wiggle a little under him, wishing I had my hands free to touch his body. To slip my hands under his shirt and score my fingernails down the taut ropey muscles of his back and dig into the perfect flesh of his ass.
“I’m fine. It’s okay.”
He hums his approval. “My good girl. So, fucking sexy and willing. I can’t wait to fuck you at the club. For everyone to see for themselves how precious this tight pussy is.”
I gasp, my breasts heaving at the thought of being on display for not just Faron, but for anyone to watch.
And then I remember what he’d promised to do. He’d told me he was going to deflower me at the club. But here we are, in the privacy of his Paris flat.
“Why didn’t you wait to fuck me there?”
He withdraws, holding himself still above me, eyes blazing heat and lust and fire. I dip my gaze to his cock that throbs between us thick and long, shining with its tight skin and the wetness from my pussy.
And then he flips me over onto my stomach, pulling me up to my hands and knees and adjusting the skirt over my bottom. His hand smooths over the round of my butt before giving it a deafening smack.
“Are you questioning my decision, little girl?”
“N-no, sir.”
“Good. Now lean down on your elbows.”
I do as he says, the posture making me feel exposed and vulnerable. I hear the distinct sound of him sucking and spitting, and then I feel the wet tip of his finger circle my anus and I tense up.
“Mmm. Maybe I selfishly wanted this virgin pussy all to myself this time. But I’m more than willing to share this virgin ass with an audience. Would you like that?”
He uses his thumb now to dip inside the tight bud, to open it up, the sensitive nerve endings singing an odd chorus of pain and pleasure. Of forbidden desire and kink.
“I-I don’t know, sir. I might be nervous.”
His groan is punctuated by a stab of his cock back into my wetness, sinking in so much deeper in this position. I cry out from the invasion, but as he thrusts in and out in a seductive tempo, pain giving over to the pleasure. He grabs a handful of my hair in his fist, tugging it back from my scalp so my head tips back and then turns to the side.
Faron leans over, capturing my lips with his in a deep, lustful kiss. His tongue roams my mouth, his moans mix with mine, as his legs slap against my ass. When he ends the kiss, I drop my head between my shoulders, gasping air and fighting for breath.
His thrusts become more aggressive, more rapid and with every press of his pelvis into my hips, I feel his cock hitting something deep inside me. My own shouts of ecstasy denote the spot he continues to hit each and every time his hips drive into me.
“Faron,” I cry out, unable to articulate anything else.
“That’s right, Gem. I’m the one fucking you. No one else. I’m claiming this pussy as mine.”
I feel something intense clawing at the base of my spine, winding its way through my belly and reaching deep, deep inside me.
“I feel your cunt clamping around my cock. Fuck, it feels so good. You’re going to come again, aren’t you, my filthy, dirty girl? You’re going to come on my cock like a good fucking girl.”
He pumps and pumps, and then reaches around the front of my legs, the hair on his arm tickling my stomach, as his fingers deftly find my clit.
And just like that, I scream out my climax, as he bellows out his own release.
His grip on my hips loosens as he pulls out, leaving the sticky residue of his release dripping between my legs. I’m not sure how to clean myself up, so I gingerly roll over to the side of the bed and get up.
Faron watches me through his dark hooded eyes, his body lying limp across the bed, his head turned to the side as he watches me go.
“There’s towels in the cabinet you can use if you need a shower.”
“Okay, thanks,” I reply meekly, flipping on the bright lights of the bathroom.
Closing the bathroom door behind me, I hold the dress in my hands and stare down between my legs.
Blood mixed with semen stains the insides of my thighs, the remnants of my virginity and innocence. Tears well up in my eyes, unbidden,