Dirty Addiction (Dirty 2)

She doesn’t cry.

Or scream.

No tears fall.

Instead, she grins before her mouth falls open in ecstasy. A deep growl leaves her throat, and her body opens up more for me to hit her again.

I do.

Her toes curl, and her back arches and she pushes into the strike.

My mouth falls open. She likes the pain. She wants me to hurt her. It turns her on.

And I can’t wait any longer.

I grab her ass as I stand on the edge of the bed and pull her to me, my cock plunging into her tight cunt. She’s dripping and easily allows me in.

I spank her ass as I drive in and out of her. It only makes her wetter.

“Harder,” she cries.

I fuck her harder.

“Deeper.”

I fuck her deeper.

I don’t know when I gave up control, and she took over, but I don’t care. I would give her control every time if it felt this good every time.

I pound into her, loving how her body tightens around me. I lean forward so I can grasp her nipples and twist them between my fingers.

She bites her lip and like it’s the most glorious thing I’ve done.

I stare into her eyes trying to find the woman who was raped by Armas, was so broken only a few hours ago. The woman who would have been equally shattered by me after I raped her, if she had retained her memory.

She’s gone.

And in her place is a woman more powerful than any woman I’ve ever met. She’s thriving being tied up, in pain, and in pleasure. She controlled this by making the deal. And in doing so, it gave her power over what she felt as well.

I won’t last much longer, though I want this feeling to last forever. It feels far too pleasurable, and I plan on fucking her again as soon as I arrive back from work. And every day until I’ve had enough.

I move faster about to push my cum deep into her belly when her lips brush against mine.

My eyes fly open as I take the kiss further. My tongue sweeping into her mouth, tangling with hers. I’m not opposed to kissing her, but I wanted to deny her any pleasure. Now that I know that’s not possible, why deny myself any?

I kiss her, taking in everything she feels as I fuck her.

“Oh god, Matteo!” she cries as her orgasm escapes her.

“Fuck,” I growl as I shoot my load inside her.

Our eyes connect as our orgasms slowly subside. Our bodies wrench as I collapse on top of her. Neither of us understands what the hell happened. We both know that should have terrified her. It should have ripped her to pieces instead of building her back up.

“Why do I crave you?” she asks.

I smirk.

She laughs.