Page 106 of Capo
“I have an idea,” she mouths as she closes her warm little hand around my rock-hard cock.
“Get on your knees! Take me in your mouth.”
“Yes, sir.” Her cheeks get flushed as she gives me an impish smile.
I turn my face to the ceiling and close my eyes as she puts her lips around my cock and her tongue swirls the head. She’s got this down to perfection. She’s so attentive to my every reaction. The difference from fucking whores all my life, from looking at their scared anonymous faces and their pretend-lust, has never been clearer. I have conditioned Chloe, just like I sought out to do, but she has conditioned me too. I know her every curve, I know what makes her hot, what makes her squirm, what frightens her, where her limits are and how she reacts every time I push them a little further. I’ve become so dependent on her, her body, her compassion, her intelligence, her defiance, and her naughty streak that I don’t know how I can ever go back.
I grab her head and thrust deeper, making her face turn red as she tries to push away. Holding her tight, pressing her against the wall, I fuck her mouth until she beats me, then I pull out.
“You fucking asshole!” she sputters.
I pull her to her feet and crash my mouth against hers as I pull down her zipper. “Get out of these. Now!”
Chloe swallows audibly and quickly shimmies out of her pants and panties, kicking them away along with her shoes. I tear off her coat and lift her up against the wall. Grabbing her thigh, pulling it up, I line up my cock and thrust inside in one move. Her heat wraps around me, her clenching vice-like. I push in to the hilt, making her scream and rise, trying to get away. I pull her to me, my arms around her waist and slam her down on me, over and over.
“You’re so tight,” I groan.
“You’re so fucking big,” she whimpers. “You’re killing me.”
“Oh no, I’m definitely not killing you. I’m fucking you.”
“You’re a dick!”
I laugh and pull out, dropping her to her feet. “Bend over.”
Her eyes widen. “Oh no, you’re not.”
“Bend over!” My palm itches to meet with the smooth skin on her butt. I want her whimpering and pleading, I want her soft and afraid. I want her body, her soul, and her every breath to be mine.
She stands stiff, unmoving. I grab her waist and throw her over my shoulder, heading for the couch in the next room. Chloe kicks and screams. She’s strong, but she’s no match for me.
“Fight me and I’ll tie you up,” I say as I drop her to the floor. She pushes at me, trying to get away. I grab her arms and bend her over the armrest, pinning her down with ease as she twists and jerks. Her fighting shoots straight to my cock, making my insides scream for me to ram into her pussy, but all in due time. Finally clutching both her wrists in one of my hands, I push her arms up between her shoulder blades and kick her feet wide apart. “You never learn, do you?”
“Fuck you!”
I smirk and bear my palm down on her delicately pale ass, leaving a bright red mark. Chloe screams. I slap her again, and again.
“It huuurts!” she hollers.
I pause and lean over her, sliding my hand between her ass cheeks, finding her pussy soaking wet. “Bad hurt?” I whisper in her ear. She groans and that’s answer enough for me. “Tell me you’re mine.”
She doesn’t answer. I caress along her butt, then I slap her so hard that my palm stings. Her skin is getting dark red, mottled with little blue dots. Chloe gasps and tries to pull out of my grip.
“Stop fighting me. Tell me you’re mine. Tell me to fuck you.”
“God, I hate you!”
“Do you now?” I caress along her slit, circle her swollen clit. She’s hot, dripping wet, and squirms, pushing against my hand. “Do you want my cock in you? Do you want me to spread your pussy wide as I push inside?”
A shudder runs through her. “Mm-hmm.”
“Good girl.” I stroke my rock-hard cock up and down along her slick folds, then I push inside, just a little, right past her tight opening. Chloe pants loudly, her hands clenching into tight fists. I rock a little back and forth, but I wait. I wait for her to come to me.
“God, you’re evil!”
She squeals as I fill her with one hard thrust. “I’m not evil when I slap your butt?” Her only answer is an incoherent noise that turns into a throaty moan as I begin to pound in her. “Hands on the couch,” I growl, almost losing myself in the sensation of her tight pussy. Letting go of her hands, I grip her hips and slam into her with full force. Chloe clutches the cushions, her knuckles whitening as her moans get louder and louder. I’m not gonna last much longer and I want her with me. I sneak a hand between her legs, rubbing against her clit. I don’t feel particularly skilled in this moment, or in control whatsoever. “Come for me,” I say with a groan, shudders running through me. My heart is about to burst through my chest when she starts convulsing, her walls spasming, squeezing me impossibly tight and I explode, coming so hard that my mind goes absolutely blank, as if I’m frying every neuron, killing brain cells. All I see is her, writhing beneath me, all I hear is her cries, her panting that matches mine in its frantic intensity.
Finally, she stills. My legs shake as I pull her up to me, my cock still in her. “That was amazing. Are you okay?”