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My dick was a sucker for punishment since I was rock hard again. I rolled the thin latex down my length before climbing back onto the bed. She was lying on her side with her back and ass hanging out of the bedsheets, sleeping peacefully. I eased her onto her back, watching her hand fall onto the bed. The dark circle from the handcuffs was a contrast to her porcelain skin.

Oh, she screamed alright. She screamed on my dick in pain and pleasure, begging me to stop before begging me to fuck her harder—a contradiction like no other.

I spread her legs open as wide as they would go, smiling when I saw my fingerprints on her thighs. My smile vanished when I saw her pussy. The puffed-up lips were as pink as her nipples from how hard I fucked her. I licked my lips at the memory of burying my face into her pussy. Her soft, downy blonde hair tickled my lip and nose.

My dick leaked inside the condom, and I felt like ripping it off, cursing her stipulation. My mood dipped from a burning desire to sullen resentment. She was lucky that I would be using lube. I pried her pussy open, looking at the various shades of pink before easing my cock inside of her. It took a couple of tries before she began to take me with ease.

I leaned over her breasts to lick her nipples, the abused flesh I sucked on until she was close to tears. Her relaxed state allowed me to slip deeper inside of her, and my dick throbbed at the feel of her muscles enclosing around me. It didn’t matter that I had a condom on. All that mattered was being inside this unique sexy woman to ensure whenever she moved, she thought about me and my dick.

Her nipple began to harden, and her limbs moved, but her eyes remained closed. I gently tweaked her other peaked nipple, which seemed hypocritical since I was so rough with them last night. Everyone had their preferences, but I was a breast man through and through. It was an affliction, and I had to consciously avert my gaze, especially in business situations. These specific tits were worth missing out on my milking time in Club X.

I glanced down to see that I was only at the halfway mark, moving her hair out of the way. I kissed her neck, gripping the bed before screwing myself into her until she stirred. My heart began to pound when I felt her tighten around me, and I swung my hips downward, driving into her the way I needed. The tip of my cock, grazing her insides as she gasped awake.

I wrapped my arms around her, pinning her in place before driving my hips back and forth until my pelvis hit hers. She couldn’t speak, but her face was scrunched up in pain. Her short hisses of breath spluttered out of her each time I fucked into her, ensuring to slam into her harder than the thrust before.

“You’re going to scream again for me while you milk my cock,” I whispered through the steady thrusts.

She wrapped her arms and legs around me, clinging to me, but still didn’t speak.

“Good girl. I hope you’re sore and feel me each time you move. When you see every mark I left on your body, that you remember me and this dick.”

With that said, I ground my body against her, gripping her as she started to slide up the bed with how hard my body pushed against hers. I felt the lube and her pussy around the base of my cock, running down my balls. Her nails raked down my back and dug into my sides; knowing she was leaving her mark on me, I growled.

My mind was gone, and my body took over. I fucked her on her knees, on her side, smacking her lily-white ass to leave more marks on her until I had her on her back again with her legs on my shoulders. Her eyes were on me, sweat-drenched hair on the sides of her face. It wasn’t enough, so I held her by the throat until her face turned pink and her cunt choked me, but I didn’t stop plunging inside of her.

When she began to choke and gasp for air, she clawed my arm, but I felt her scream beneath my hand as she came. I released her throat only to pin her legs back to the bed in order to drive as deep as I could inside of her. Her pussy was clenching down on me, and just as I was thrusting inside of her, I felt the condom stretch and burst.

My eyes flew open, and I tried to slow down, but the feel of her hot wet cunt around me without the latex was incredible. My balls tightened, and I shot my load inside her while doing what I set out to do, beat her cervix with my dick. Nothing worked in my mind because each time I spurt more cum inside of herpussy, my hips drove forward, shoving my jizz in deeper. There was no way I could have done anything differently because even in a billion alternate realities, I would not have been able to pull out of her contracting pussy hole.

When I was able to move again, her legs were down, and her eyes were closed. We could address the matter regarding the condom in the morning. With any luck, she was on the pill, but a sinister part of me wished she wasn’t so I could get her contact details.

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When I woke up again, it was with a broad smile on my face until I remembered the burst condom. I jerked upright, but the bed was empty. That day, I spent all my time searching for her. My hacker accessed the hotel reservation system, but there was no sign of her. A name was essential, or if the hotel kept copies of passports, I could have recognised her. Unfortunately, England had no such policy to keep a record of photographic ID on file.

It left a bitter taste in my mouth that for all the wealth and resources I had, I may never see the sassy blonde woman again. There was a slight chance that she could be pregnant, but that would mean she wasn't on any contraception, and it was her ovulation time.

Little did I know at that time that I would spend years thinking about that one nut inside the best pussy I’d ever had.

Chapter 3

Mariya

I snuck around getting my bra, dress, boots, and room key before looking at the Russian, who gave me more than several screaming orgasms. My plan had no room for men, but this one was tempting. He was right; I was aching, and every movement brought a devastating memory of beautiful pleasure and dull throbbing pain. The pain when he whipped me or when I came so hard that I almost dislocated my hands from being restrained with the cuffs. The most delicious of all pain came from when he was knocking my insides with his stellar cock.

Was I fuck going to settle down with Owen’s diseased worm.

The man had earned his rest, but I couldn’t resist touching his hair and brushing the long strands back from his eyes. He wasn’t diseased, but he’d been around the block a few times with skills like his. My eyes moved to look at his large hand resting on the pillow.

I swallowed hard, feeling the bruising around my throat. His grip had been like an iron vice, turning and twisting me around, fucking me in positions that I didn’t think to be possible. My pussy was rubbed raw from the damn condoms, but I wasn’t on any contraceptive. The last thing on my mind had been sex. I worked every spare second of the day to reach where I was.

I shook my head, clearing it.

It was a mutual exchange that had a time limit on it. I pulled back and left the bedroom to get dressed in the living room without disturbing him. My flight left soon. This was the only way to escape my parents and Owen’s obsession. I had six years of experience dealing with his obsessive nature, and he would find me on this tiny Island.

My family wouldn’t mourn me, only the loss of their deal with the Chartwells’. If they got a hint that I had money, they would join the manhunt. My long-awaited plan was coming to fruition, and I couldn’t let a good dicking distract me.

I slipped out of the Russian’s room before I made the stupid decision to wake him up.