Buy My Soul (Sixty Days 2)

She was an ass slut.

The thought shouldn’t have thrilled me nearly as much as it did.

I slowed down my thrusts enough to let her adjust to the swell of me. It was a slow process. A long process. Our breaths matched with uncanny synchronicity. Our grunts took on the same tone as her body adjusted to the sensation and her pain turned to want.

I claimed that girl’s virgin ass as mine with more attention than I’d given any conquest for decades past. Each sweep of my hips was a tidal wave of concentration, my balls thrumming to burst. My dick was a rod of steel beyond reason. Her backside was a treasure of heat and tightness and perfect fucking filth.

“I’m gonna fill you up,” I grunted eventually.

Her whimper was anything but gratitude. “Please, no. Please don’t stop… it feels too good…”

Crazy.

The girl was fucking crazy.

But so was I.

I shifted enough that I could snake my fingers underneath her to press between her legs. I found her swollen clit and circled hard, knowing full well she was tender enough to buckle.

And buckle she did, losing control in a manner I’d not yet seen from her. She was desperate. Insane in her squirming. Hungry for everything, even through the pain.

Her movements forced her back onto my dick in perfect harmony with my thrusts, and again we were synchronised, in filthy harmony in our quest for release.

When it came, it came for both of us.

I knew she was reaching her own second peak of climax. She began her mutterings again, asking for permission all over again as I played her clit like a boy in the playground.

“Yes,” I groaned as my own climax burst. “You can fucking come. Dirty girl. You’re such a fucking dirty girl.”

It was bliss to unload deep into that asshole. I held my breath as my dick pulsed, ears ringing as my balls emptied hard. That hole of hers was a vice, milking me dry, clenching like a hungry mouth around the length of me and sucking hard for more. Her cries were loud, but distant, dimmed by my own reeling senses as my own grunts came from deep.

Our breaths were frantic as we stilled. The room was rich with the silence as we caught ourselves, my cock spent as I pulled free of her in one slippery motion.

Her asshole bubbled and dribbled my cum. Gorgeous. It was fucking gorgeous. I stretched her cheeks wide to admire the view, landing a slap before I rolled away to stare up at the ceiling.

She didn’t move a muscle, just lay on her front with her face turned in my direction, eyes wide as she settled with a sheen of sweat on her forehead.

I dug into my beside drawer for a fresh packet of cigarettes, fingers rattling around the shit in there until I found a lighter. I lit up easily, blowing a plume of smoke to the ceiling and still she watched me without a word.

“That’s gonna make tomorrow a harder show for you,” I told her. “That asshole of yours is gonna know I’ve been in there, believe me.”

“It already does,” she said. “But it was worth it.”

I laughed my usual cold laugh. “See if that’s your tune in the morning, sweetheart. I suspect this’ll be the last night you’re so keen for extracurricular.”

I regretted my words as soon as they were out there. Regretted the implication there would be more nights like this one, her body in bed with mine.

“We’ll see,” she said, and then she yawned.

I hated the cuteness on her dirty face as sleep rose up to claim her. Hated the bliss in my gut as I puffed away on my cigarette and heard her breaths deepening into sleep.

Afterglow.

It had been years and fucking years since I’d experienced anything even close to an afterglow.

I was out of bed in time to toss my cigarette butt from the open window, striding naked to the bathroom to empty my bladder along with my balls before the disgust rose up to new heights in me.

I couldn’t stand it. Not any of it.

Not the sweetness of her sleeping body in my bed. Not the urge to climb in beside her and touch her skin with mine.

Not the bleating pleasure she’d brought me with her own. Not the thrill of her delicate voice as she’d lost control and unravelled wild for me.

So I didn’t stand it.

I washed my dick afresh in the bathroom sink and towelled myself dry with enough force to hurt. I tugged a fresh set of clothes from the wardrobe and dressed without her so much as stirring, lost to everything but the waves of sleep as she buried herself under the covers, unconscious.

I was staring at her as I made a promise to myself, forcing down any dregs of affection blooming in me.