Page 3 of His Trick

She noticed my faltering words and laughed.

Of course, she fucking laughed.

“Aw, how cute, you are trying to pretend to be a big bad boy. Let’s see more of that, sweet cheeks, but get that thick dick out while you’re at it.”

“I…”

She continued to grope my flesh, my body hardening without my permission and making me sweat. All this foreign touch was too much. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t respond with anything but panted groans as she pulled me out of the zipper.

Her smile sharpened as she looked at me over her shoulder. “Good boy.”

Something inside me snapped at that word, at the praise that I had never heard, but it was not in the way I wanted.

Run!

Instead of anger, instead of a senseless fight, raging at her constant rug burn tugging…I felt myself tip deeper into compliance for her, my muscles folding into a mechanical motion while my mind screamed from somewhere far away to stop. It was like watching myself from a distance.

“That’s it,” she murmured, pushing my cock into her hole of saturated wetness. My reflection in the windows by the door was a ghost. Just a fucking robot, white as a sheet, pumping in and out of a monster.

“Just stay still. You know how to behave, don’t ya? Let me give you a reward…ah, so good.”

Heat crawled up my neck, mixing with sweat, shame, fury, and nausea until I couldn’t tell which hurt worse.

It all…burned.

I was on fire.

She smashed her ass into me, riding me like a sex machine. I couldn’t look away from the window, my face carried the look of unfiltered passion on it as if she were nothing more than a sweating hog under me.

The woman shrieked like she was in pain, and her body rippled onto my own, causing a warm feeling to shoot out of my dick. My balls rose until they felt like they were entering my stomach.

“Ahhhhhhh!” I bellowed, thrusting harder and faster into the woman.

She continued moaning, my dick getting wetter and wetter as I burned from the inside out.

I couldn’t stop.

Her hands shot out to the wall, knocking the wine bottle onto the ground and shattering the glass. Red liquid coated us, and the burn felt hotter.

I still couldn’t stop.

My hips were moving on their own accord, and tears were streaming down my face like bloody rain.

“Am I hurting you?” I said, my voice sounding like…my father’s.

She turned her head over her shoulder and raised a brow as if I’d amused her. “You won’t hurt me, doll, but you can’t fuck like that. I need hard and fast. I don’t want lovey, dovey soft shit. Fast or get the fuck away from me. Can you even do that, Virgin Darling?”

I matched my pace to her gyrations, and she got all squeaky again, my dick slipping out from the wetness of her. It was gross. So much stickiness clung to my stomach and legs, making my balls stick together.

Faster.

“Oh yes! That’s right, boy—right there…”

“Shut up,” I said, the sound of her shrill voice making my head hurt.

Burning.

“Or what?” she squawked. “You’ll turn into a noodle again? Or will you flinch again like a scared little virgin?”