My heart beat skyrocketed, "Please, do. I want to feel your warm cum filling my virgin womb, daddy," I know I shouldn't, but I'm safe, so who the fuck cares? It's worthy.
His cock got impossibly harder at my words, "Where have you been all my life?" He asked more to himself and before I could say a word, he moved.
Rafał went almost out, only with its head inside and then impaled me again, hard, fast, merciless. When he moved, my body moved, the bed moved, the whole world moved. I felt my pussy being teared apart again at each thrust, and I'm sure I must have bled, but I couldn't even care about that when he thrusted his cock in me violently like that.
Unable to stay still, I hugged his neck and we crashed again. The kiss was violent and desperate and needy and devouring. And when I tried to caress his hair, he took my hands and pinned them above my head with one hand, with the other he gave me the tight hand necklace I've been craving to have, then he pressed his lips on mine hard again.
From my lips to my cheeks, to my jaw, to my ear, to my jaw again, to my neck and then to my collarbones, all while sucking my skin possessively and leaving a trail of hickeys. Marking me. He spread them to my shoulders, and then to my chest and breasts, all while keeping me pinned down and thrusting hard, as if he was born for this. And as he trailed his kissed back to my lips, he bit down my bottom lip before kissing me again, his palm tightening his grip on my back slightly.
As he got out of me and stopped the kiss, I cried in protest, but he didn't even answer me as he switched me to be with my belly down and my ass up, and thrusted deep into my pussy again, like he owns it. "Grab the mattress tight, love!" He lifted my hips and slapped my ass twice, making me moan loudly, making me press my pussy around him. "Did you just tighten your cunt around my cock? Aren't you such a good girl? Doing it without me even ordering you?"
Fuck. This man will be my doom. I'm addicted. "Does it feels good, daddy?" I moaned against the mattress.
"It feels way more than good, it feels divine," he slapped my ass again, harder and I cried with pleasure, tightening my cunt around his cock even further, making him moan. "Fuck, yes. Be my good girl and do that again. Press daddy's cock good like that."
When I did, he moaned and it was the best sound I've ever heard.
He grabbed my hips tighter, fingers digging into my soft skin so deep that I prayed it would leave a permanent mark, then he began to thrust even deeper and harder and quicker.
God be damned, Rafał began to fuck me so hard that I lost the ability to speak, as his bed hit the wall so loud and violently that I thought it would break through it.
Just not as loud as the addicting slap sound that reverberates through us every time his hips hit mine hard as he impales me with his cock.
Seconds turned into minutes that might have potentially turned into hours. I wouldn't know though, as I lost total sense of time.
"Who do you answer to, baby girl?"
"D-daddy," I moaned on the mattress.
"Who owns you, baby girl?"
"Daddy does," I gasped as he almost reached my freaking brain with the violent deep thrust that followed, making me even wetter, which consequently made him slide into me with even more ease.
"Who do you belong to, baby girl?"
"D-d-daddy," I cried with pleasure.
"Yes!" He growled, lacing my long ginger hair on his fist and arching my body even further. "You are mine."
"I'm yours," I moaned. "I'm yours."
"Mine!" He hissed possessively and thrusted even harder. "Now be my good girl, get on all fours and hold the headboard tight!"
Heart thundering, I fought against how jelly-like my body felt and did what he told me, arching my ass up to him. In a second, he took control of my body and dominated me again, going balls deep into my womb in one hard thrust, that would have made me hit my forehead in the headboard of his bed, if he hadn't such a hard grip on my hair.
Determinate for it to be even for us both, he used his free hand to play with my clit, which made me straight up scream with pleasure.
I held on the damn headboard for my dear life, my knuckles white with the strength I put on it to hold myself still and not fall down like jelly under the brute affect of this man that was giving me everything I've ever wanted and didn't know until I laid my eyes on him.
"Daddy," I cried. "Mmmm... it's so good. You feel so good... I feel so good."
"Good girl, you're my good girl," he deepened his touch on my clit at the same time as he intensified his thrusts on my pussy. "You take me so well," he mumbled, his voice drunk in our sex. "Your cunt is so hungry for daddy's cock, I knew you would take me this well, baby girl."
His praise got me so slick wet that I groaned and tightened my walls even more around him, "Harder," I pleaded.
I didn't had to ask him twice, Rafał grabbed my hair even harder, hand still on my clit, and slammed his cock into me so hard that I could feel the head spanking my womb hard. His thrusts were so strong and violent that I felt my legs going numb and something building up inside of me.
"I feel weird... I feel something," I cried.
"Yes, baby girl, it's called an orgasm," he purred and though I can't see his face, I'm sure he has a smug on. "Cum on daddy's cock, cum. Don't hold it, let it explode. Let it take hold and overwhelm you."
"Daddy, I,"
"Relax, love," his voice was soft, but the way he was fucking me was anything but that.
When his hand pressed on my clit again, something busted inside me. Something I've never felt before and I came undone. I straight up melted and my body shook and gave in, but he released my hair from his grasp and grabbed me tight by my waist and turned me around, wanting to look at me.
It felt like I was peeing but it wasn't pee, it was something else entirely. It came in three waves, one stronger than the other and I felt like I had just fucking shattered like a porcelain doll in the most delicious way possible.
"You look even prettier when you cum, love," he grinned and kissed my lips, his thrusts getting slower but deeper. His cock getting swollen and pressing even more against my walls, even through my... orgasm. "I want you to cry my name as I pour all of me in you, love!"
I mumbled something inaudible, still shaken with my orgasms.
"Say my name, love."
"Rafał," I breathed with a struggled.
He pumped harder again, "Louder!"
"Rafał," I cried. "Rafał," I did it again and he got even harder. "Mmm... Rafał, please."
"What do you want me to do, love?"
"I want you... to pour it all on me, Rafał," I did my best to hugged his neck as I press my body against his, desperate for his warmth because this isn't enough. It ain't fucking enough no matter if I feel like melted butter, I need him. "Fill me up. I need all of you in me, Rafał!"
He grinned against my lips, "Your wish is my command, love."
Holding my body tight, he thrusted again, and again, and again, and in the last deep thrust that took him up to my womb, it hit me. Thousands of hot jets of cum flooding my womb, painting my walls, sending my body to a scorching hot temperature. As my pussy milked him, my body dripped with the sweat of our sex, our hearts beat in the same rhythm, our uneven breaths mixed with each other.
And as I began to lose consciousness , I realized that though it hurt, I've never felt such warmth and connection with anyone in my entire life. As scary as it is, I don't think it has anything to do with the fact that Rafał just made me experience what I believe will ever be the best sex of my entire life.
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"Do you feel sore, love?" Rafał asked me softly as soon as I opened my eyes, only to find myself laying on his chest with an oversized shirt on and on his bed that is displaying a different mattress. His ocean blue eyes full of lust as he looked at me.
I blinked, and as I remembered everything we did, my cheeks turned bright red and I licked my lips feeling shamelessly good. "There's no way I wouldn't be sore after all you did to me," I gave him a naughty look and he mirrored my own.
"Your cheeks are red, love. Are you feeling shy or embarrassed?" He smiled amusedly, caressing my hair and pushing it away from my face. "You don't need to."
Holding my breath, I decided to be more brave and enjoy the time I still have left with him, so I took his shirt that was covering me and mounted him. "I want to ride you," I told him as I held onto his shoulders and used one of my hands to hold his cock, only to find it already erect and rock hard. "Seems like I'm not the only one who woke up hungry for something else, huh?" I grinned.
"You have no idea, love," he groaned and grabbed my ass with his hands, helping me get in position, and as soon as I pressed the fat head of his cock on in my folds, he pushed me down by my hips, making so he would impale me again. "Fuck. It's only been four hours and I've missed the feel of being inside you as if I needed it as much as I need oxygen to live."
His words got me all hot, "You didn't... sleep? Mmmm... fuck... it doesn't hurt at all anymore," I struggled to breath. "But I'm so... so... so fucking full..."
"I couldn't sleep with you here. All I could think about was the feel of being inside you, of how good it was to make you mine, how perfect your pussy is, love," he whispered against my neck, then bit my skin softly. "I still want to possess you in all of the rooms of this penthouse."
"That better be a promise, Rafał," I whispered before slamming my lips on his and gathering all of my strength to move my hips and ride him.