Page 38 of Always Been You

I pushed him away from me, and he grimaced in pain. I felt terrible because my hand landed on his wound.

“I’m so sorry, Marcos! See, we don’t need to be trying to do nothing with you—” My words were cut short when he wrapped his hand around my throat and pulled me to his face. I shivered, and when I looked at his eyes, they were fixed on mine.

“If I come in that room and you still have those fuckin’ clothes on when I get to you, I’m gone fuck your throat and pussy so damn hard you won’t be able to walk or say shit to anybody for a week. That’s my pussy and she miss me. Go in that room and get undressed.”

My body heated at his demand. He pushed me away gently in the direction of the room.

I quickly went in. I thought for a moment whether I wanted to test him on his word.

Surely, he wasn’t one hundred percent, so how much damage could he do?

Thinking about his eleven inches, I decided against it.

Even with him not being at full capacity, he could still do some damage.

Memories of how he had me twisted out flashed through my mind.

He was the best lover I ever had. We were never out of sync.

He knew how to please me without a shadow of a doubt.

I could get lost in him. For a moment, things could make sense, and I could sort out all these damn problems after.

I took off my pants and lifted my shirt over my head as the door creaked open.

“I see you thought I was playin’, huh?” The rasp in his voice dripped with lust. I felt myself respond to his threat, and my pussy throbbed thinking of the pain he promised.

I needed to feel him. He came out of his shirt easily and stepped out of his pants.

I admired his body. I licked my lips in appreciation as I gawked at his dick print in his black boxer briefs.

His brown colored pecs sported a few tattoos, and as my eyes made their way to his torso, I saw the bandage covering his wound and frowned.

He made it to me in record time. He gripped my hair and pulled me to him, causing my throat to hitch.

“You want me to show you I ain’t worried about that lil’ shit?”

Before I could respond, he forced me to my knees, and I was eye to eye with his monster.

His forcefulness was turning me on like no other.

He was rough from time to time, but this was the first time he was dominating me, and I was living for every second.

He pulled his dick out and stuffed it in my mouth until I felt it touch my tonsils.

He withdrew himself from my mouth completely before slamming it back in, causing my saliva to coat his shaft.

His body quaked as he repeated the motion.

I felt accomplished knowing the impact I had on him.

“FUCK MI!” he moaned as he controlled my head, pumping his dick in and out of my mouth. My hands went to my center as I felt my wetness leak down my leg. He turned my head slightly to see what I was doing. “You know I like to see that shit. Play with my pussy while you suck this dick, baby.”

I was in my zone. My thirst for him was unquenchable.

I bobbed my head up and down, and I worked hard towards the finish line.

He wouldn’t let me get there totally. Instead, he lifted me to my feet and bent me over the side of the bed.

He entered me in one motion and filled me.

He dipped in and out of my essence at a deliberate yet forceful pace.

His punishment felt so damn sweet. I felt myself tighten around him as I rode the wave of the first orgasm.

His hands dug into my sides as he tossed me up and down on his shaft, increasing our pace.

“You are important to me. I’m sorry I been so distant with you,” he confessed, beating my walls down.

He was purposeful with his strokes, and he continued to drill me while expressing his thoughts.

“I’m so fucked up right now to be real with you.

This shit hurt me so bad, and instead of talking to you, I shut you out.

I know it was only for a few days, but I’m sorry, I should have been there for you, too. ”

“It’s…. FUCK!” I couldn’t complete a sentence.

I felt him in my stomach. He was stroking me into oblivion, and there was no way I could put together a serious response.

He pushed me on the bed and turned me over to face him.

He got on top of me and lifted my right leg over his shoulder, making me do a half split. He paused our motion to speak.

“Don’t ever tell me it’s okay when it’s not, baby.

I don’t care if you feel it’s an inconvenient time.

I want to know what’s on your mind. It’s nothing you can’t tell me.

” The heaviness of his dick sat on top of my clit as he bent down and took possession of my lips.

He worked his way down to my neck, then to my nipples.

He bit and sucked them both until they were tender to the touch.

I bucked my hips to get him to enter me, but he stilled me with a firm hand on my side.

He smiled cockily as he brought his face to my dripping wet pussy.

I was slightly sore from his pounding, but as his lips attached to my clit I felt nothing but pleasure.

He licked and sucked me so good that when he took his tongue away from me, I whimpered until his dick slamming into me excited me again.

“Damn, look at that pretty muthafucka! I was trippin’ for real, staying out of this as long as I did.

” I looked down and saw evidence of my pleasure coating his shaft as he punished me.

He gathered my wrists together in his left hand and kissed my lips with insatiable passion.

Feeling his body against mine made me come undone.

Every stroke was giving me life and a slow death at the same damn time. He worked for every drop of my liquid.

“FUCK MAR… SHIT!” Just when I thought he couldn’t get any deeper, he found a way to fill me even more. I couldn’t lie, my ass was running. I wiggled from his grasp. “You're too deep, baby. Hold on,” I whined.

“Hell nah. I bet yo’ ass listen next time.

I never got yo ass back for talking all that shit,” he growled, slamming me back onto his dick, and he was met with a gush of my satisfaction.

He delivered on his words. My voice was so damn hoarse, not only from his dick touching my tonsils repeatedly but from screaming his name.

My walls were feeling the severity of the threat he laid out as well, and I enjoyed every moment.

I damn sure wasn’t going to be able to walk correctly in the morning, but the pain was worth every bit of pleasure that came with it.