Just Call Me...Lover. - Sex Stories

Just Call Me...Lover.

... even her lip quiver.

“Fucking bitch!”I snarled between clenched teeth and threw her onto the bed.

She pushed herself up and lay her head on the pillows, saying nothing but looking at me with cold, calculating eyes. I slid on top of her; kissing her lips as violently as I could then working my way down to her rapidly hardening nipples. She made no attempt to reciprocate; holding her arms stiffly to her sides and keeping her legs together as best she could. Of course this was calculated to cause me more anger and frustration and I repaid her in kind by forcing my hand between her legs and onto her labia.

“Open your cunt!” I snarled and she silently obeyed, but not immediately, as though she needed time to process that simple demand.

Unsurprisingly, she was already wet and so I slid one, two, then three fingers past her lips into her marvelously silky soft slit. I fingered her hard for several moments, stretching her and increasing my speed as I felt her breathing quicken and her abdominals tighten and relax around my fingers.

“Fucking slut, you love that, fuck you!”

She said nothing but those cold, challenging eyes gave me all the answers I needed. I pushed her legs further apart and finger-fucked her until she arched her back and almost let a moan escape. Then I knelt above her breasts and looked down at her statue-like face.

“Open that trashy face-cunt you call a mouth.”

She complied and I slid my shaft back and forth into it, deeply over her ...

... tongue and cheeks until she began to gag. Once she had coated me liberally with saliva I withdrew. Now I took her knees in each palm and separated them as far as they would go. Without warning I plunged myself into her with one deep stroke, making her start as I hit her very inmost depths.

Again, the very savagery of the satyrs seized me and I fucked her relentlessly while pinning her down with a hand at her throat. Not a word escaped her lips and her body, while not as inert as it had been, still lay there; a malleable object to be used. Her eyes, as glacial and remote as ever, filled me with emotion as I thrust into her, harder and harder.

Was I punishing her or was she getting out of me exactly the response that she had wanted? Either way, I was consumed with anger, lust and maybe even the first hints of primal fear of what I was becoming. I became aware of all these emotions only later of course. That night, I was consumed by her and dying of hunger at the same time.

I slapped her face several times as my cock bit deep and hard into her cunt. She, of course, took each slap silently and impassively.

“That's right, you fucking cock-teasing bitch, this is exactly what you fucking want!”

Nothing. Now my cock ached and tensed, my balls contracted and my ass throbbed as I gave myself over to total, unbridled desire. It was blinding but the anger in me was far from extinguished and all I needed to rekindle it was to look into those glacial eyes.

Three, four, five ...