The Way I Love Her

I caught her off guard today. I slid up behind her and pressed myself against her back. I know she felt my strap-on straining against my jeans and that I was more than ready for her. I pushed her shirt up and pulled her bra down. Her pert breasts were held captive for me. I pulled at her nipples in that unrelenting manner that she hates and makes her so fucking wet. I could feel her body tighten against me as I pressed my lips against the warm skin behind her ear. She couldn’t fight the shiver that ran through her. My nipples were standing straight out, I hoped her felt them pressed against her back. My clit was throbbing. I could only hope that hers was too. I eased her skirt up and tore through her fishnet stockings to expose a dripping pink pussy. She jumped as I unzipped my jeans to pull my huge dick out. I forced her onto her hands and knees on the table before us. My thick head strained against her tight pussy muscles and with one great thrust I filled her with all ten inches of my thick dick. It hurt so bad that she cried out. I couldn’t help but laugh. I began pumping myself in and out of her so fast and so hard that she started begging me to stop.

“Please, Shannon, you can’t do this to me…fuck! You’re so big!”

Her pleading actually encouraged me to ram her harder. Then I did something that I knew would drive her completely insane. I forced her head down to the table. It was just enough to make her nipples rub against the smooth, cool surface with every thrust of my hips against the amazing tightness of her pussy. She tried to move away from the maddening sensation, but I held her head tightly and continued to fuck her. Soon her begging me to stop turned into a different sort of pleading. Tears were streaming down her face from the sheer force of my thrusts. And the slow trickle of blood down her thighs was almost as erotic as my sore clit still being rubbed unrelentingly by the soft leather between my legs. My stomach started to quiver and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I exploded. The tears and the blood were flowing more steadily from her when my thrusts became more desperate as I felt her pussy start to clench onto my dick. She bit her lip to keep from screaming as I rammed her and her cum coated my dick and her own thighs completely. I was just as soaked by my own cum as I was with hers. I pulled my dick out of her in one swift, rough movement. She almost collapsed. My hands on her hips were the only things keeping her from falling to the table. I lowered my face to her raw pussy and gave it a slow, lingering kiss. I loved the taste of her blood. I told her that once and she made me fuck her until there was more than enough of it to satisfy me. I let go of her suddenly and sneered as she fell. She is so fucking weak and yet, somehow, I can’t get away from her. I grabbed her face painfully and kissed her, smearing her cum and blood all over her own lips and tongue. I wiped my dick and mouth on her shirt before I put it back into my jeans, slid some sunglasses on, and smiled at her over my shoulder as I walked out the door.

I sat in my car, just thinking about that weak little girl, half my age, which drove me fucking crazy every time she was around me. I couldn’t wait to get back inside of her. I had held my tongue the whole time I was fucking her. I decided to let that one word, that I never said, slide over my lips. It was a release like no other.

“Ashley.”

I never knew you could hate someone that you love so fucking much.