He shifted again, pressing himself against me, and I immediately became outraged. I could feel his erection firmly behind his pants and I wanted to drive an elbow down into it.
But even though he knew how violently angry I was at him for what happened to Minikin, he gently pressed his lips against my neck, causing me to squirm slightly. Fuck. No, no, no. Do NOT give this bastard the satisfaction, I screamed at myself as he used his hand to gently cup my breast. His forefinger and thumb closed around my nipple and he squeezed it gently, before giving it a pull. My breath came out in a shuddery gasp when he turned me over onto my back.
“Is it a good morning yet?” he asked with a half tired smile before leaning forward and taking my nipple into his mouth.
Don’t react. Don’t react. DO NOT REACT.
“Not quite,” I said again, closing my eyes tightly and balling my fists at my side.
I felt his smile on me before he gently nibbled on my nipple. The bed bounced slightly as he moved his body down. Knowing what he was going to do, I locked my knees together like a bear trap. No way in hell was he going to do anything to me that I didn’t want.
“It’ll be worth it, Amity. I promise,” he said gently as he pulled my legs apart. Kerstan was a lot stronger than I thought he was. My legs gave way without so much as a slight struggle.
And then I heard it. The sound I was waiting for last night; the zipper coming undone. I heard his belt clink slightly as he un-looped it and the sound of the fabric of him sliding his pants and underwear off.
I grunted when he pushed himself inside of me. Kerstan was a big boy, bigger than I ever had anyway, but not big enough to tear anything. Not that he could; I’d had so many cocks and toys in there in the past year, that I was surprised I could still feel anything.
“I can’t do this if you won’t look at me,” he said with a laugh. The friendly laugh; not the evil laugh. For a moment, I forgot that he was a monster and let my eyes open.
His haunting green eyes went from dancing with laughter to absolute lust as our eyes locked and I found myself lost in them. He pushed inside of me again, a little gentler than the first, and I let my hands find their way to his sides. I found myself grabbing at his shirt, trying to pull it off of him, while he began to rhythmically thrust in and out of me. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled harder at his shirt, getting it halfway up over him, when he gripped me and turned us over. Kerstan pulled his shirt back down before putting his hands on my hips and looking at me with commanding eyes. I closed mine and leaned my head back as I started to move on top of him.
His breathing became unsteady as he started to thrust upward. I opened my eyes and gave him a grin, leaning forward to balance myself on his shoulders, and began to bounce up and down on his cock causing him to close his eyes, and moan loudly.
I moved harder and faster than I ever had. I don’t know what had come over me, other than my desperate need to please him. Kerstan reached up and grabbed my breasts and squeezed them tightly, his hands like vice grips as I continued to bounce on his cock.
A euphoric gasp escaped my lips as I felt the orgasm building deep inside of me. How was it possible that this man that I hated so much could make me cum so quickly? One more bounce, two, three, the fourth being met with him ramming his cock up inside of me and I gripped his arms tightly as my insides tightened up, before releasing my juices all over his cock.
My breath came in pants as I held onto him until the orgasm subsided and I was able to somewhat regain control of my body. I closed my eyes for a moment and laughed; something I always did after I came and let go of his arms.
“Mooi,” he said quietly.
I opened my eyes and looked at him. Oh. You’re still here. I climbed off of him and sat next to him on the bed, my legs stretched out in front of him. It couldn’t have lasted more than ten minutes, but I think I was able to cum because I had somehow managed to convince myself subconsciously that Kerstan wasn’t Kerstan.
“What does that mean?” I asked, examining my fingernails.
“It means beautiful,” he explained, pulling himself up to sit next to me.
How the hell can he still be hard? I wondered sneaking a peek at his cock.
“Did you cum?” I asked him.
“No.”
That’s how.
“Sorry. Guess I’m not as good as I thought I was,” I replied with a shrug.
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“Don’t apologize. You were magnificent, but if I am not in control of the situation when I’m fucking, then I can’t cum,” he said simply.
Figures, I thought with an internal eye roll.
There was a soft tap at the door and Kerstan sighed. He got to his feet and pulled his pants and underwear on before reaching down for my panties and tossing them at me. Just like a trick; he’s done with me and now it’s time to go. I got to my feet and pulled them on, before I sat down on the edge of the bed waiting to be dismissed.
He opened the door slightly and leaned a hand against the adjacent door as he poked his head out. I couldn’t hear what was being said, but the soft tone and the Dutch told me that it was clearly one of the grandmothers. I watched curiously as his body stiffened and he leaned his head back, a sigh escaping his body. He nodded before closing the door securely behind him and kept his back to me, hand still against the door.
“Amity, come here please,” he said quietly.