Buy My Soul (Sixty Days 2)

“Then please…” she rasped. “Please, sir, let me. I don’t know what this is… I don’t know how to stop…”

It nearly sent me over the edge myself, the fact that this beautiful creature was a stranger to the pleasures of taking cock deep.

“Hold back,” I told her. “Hold back if you have any sense. The very second you unravel is the second I’m going to claim your asshole as my new fucking plaything. It’ll really fucking hurt.”

My warning did the opposite of holding her back. She sucked in air and grunted on the out breaths, and it was divine. It was fucking divine.

I kept my rhythm steady. Steady and deep. I felt the sweat pooling on my forehead, rendering my hot shower redundant as my body worked hard to consume hers. I dropped my full weight onto her, thrusting fingers into her open mouth as she moaned and lost herself. I swore this would be it, the only instance of me giving into my primal needs, just one pathetic instance of dick running wild and a good opportunity to take virgin ass in the process, but even as the thought flipped through my mind I knew I was lying to myself.

The girl was in my bed for the second night running.

She should never have been in my bed at all.

Her moans became more urgent along with her wriggles, her pussy clenching tight around my thrusts as her body headed for its crescendo.

“Hold back,” I warned again, but my words were lost. “Permission,” I reminded her. “You never come without my fucking permission.”

“Pweasss,” she groaned around my fingers, and I pressed my mouth to her ear.

“Permission. You earn permission.”

Her body was losing control and I knew it. She’d have to beg fucking quickly if she wanted to earn my approval.

She tried.

“Pweassse, sir… pwease. I can’t… I can’t stopppp.”

“More,” I told her. “Let me fucking hear it.”

I pulled my fingers free, dripping spit, and she swallowed, gaining control of her mouth.

“Please, sir… please let me come. Please. Please let me…”

“Louder,” I barked.

“Please, sir! Please! I can’t… it feels too good. Please, sir!”

I could’ve unloaded my seed deep inside her. Yet again, my common sense regarding this girl was fucked beyond recognition. The processes of the sixty-day girls was usually so calculated. Tests and medicals and contraception guaranteed. I’d bypassed the whole fucking lot of it in my haste to bundle her in through the doors.

“Please, sir! Please!”

“Come for me,” I hissed. “Come for me like the dirty little slut you are.”

And she did.

She really fucking did.

There was no restraint in the way she bleated and bayed for more. She was a horny little bitch, bucking back against my thrusts with as much force as she could muster. Her pussy tightened. The wetness of her was music in the air, the slaps of my flesh against hers the perfect symphony in the night.

Her cries were heaven. Her pleasure was enough to drive me wild.

It was all I could do to pull free of her as she gathered her breath. I delivered on my promise with little warning, lining up for a stab of her asshole with nothing more than a grunt as I pressed against that puckered little hole.

She braced herself, but it was pointless. Nothing could have prepared her for the shunt that followed. The head of my dick pushed through the ring of her and it was like a vice. A hot fucking vice that shot white heat behind my eyes.

She cried out loud as I pistoned for a second thrust, her body taut as a wire as I claimed the inches of that tight little chute.

I knew it hurt.

I knew her asshole was already raw from my finger pounding earlier. I knew she’d be alight with the burn, feeling nothing but the stretch as I buried myself deep.

I didn’t fucking care.

“Take it,” I growled, and she did.

She was a good girl, moaning her discomfort but doing nothing to fight the pain. It took a few decent thrusts before I was buried to the hilt, and I could’ve stayed there, soaking up the pressure of being squeezed that fucking tight by a virgin hole.

I wanted it to hurt her. I wanted her to suffer for my pleasure. I wanted to know she would take whatever she was given and thank me for the privilege.

Every muscle in her was tense. Her whimpers were close to another bout of tears.

“Say thank you,” I snarled, my mouth tight to her ear.

“Thank you, sir,” she said.

“How does it feel?”

“It hurts…” she told me. “It hurts… but I want it. Please, sir, I want it…”

I nearly shot my fucking load. It took every scrap of restraint in me not to fill her ass with my cum in that very heartbeat.

I yanked her head back by her hair, twisting her so I could see her face. Her honesty was right there, in her eyes. Hungry. She was hungry for more through the pain.