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whispered.
“My pleasure…” He said with that same mixture of rage and passion in his tone.
He slammed into me so hard, the table fell over. I almost went face first into the floor, but his grip on my shoulder kept me suspended in the air. My thighs were scraped as it landed on the side. I was dead weight in his powerful arms, only supported by the edge of the toppled table. The shock temporarily siphoned my building orgasm, but it only took a few of his forceful thrusts to push me back towards the edge. I started to feel my pussy tightening around his cock and I knew it was coming. My toes pushed up against the floor and I felt every muscle in my body igniting with a demand for more. The storm roared inside of me until I couldn’t hold on any longer and then I started to buckle underneath him as I came. He held me tightly, keeping me right where he wanted me as I felt my body shake from the intense pleasure of each thrust.
“Oh god…” I said with a loud scream. “Oh fuck…”
My throes of passion and lust were answered by grunts from Braden who kept thrusting into me until I felt his cock throbbing against the tightness of my vaginal muscles. My pussy clamped down on his cock and he started to grunt even harder. A few seconds later, I felt another orgasm rip through me, followed by a third before my body even had a chance to recover from the second. His cock pulsated a few times and then he drove himself in deep, pushing me down onto the edge of the table as he unloaded inside of me. I felt his cum flood down his shaft and then it exploded into me like thunder. He pumped his cock until every drop had been drained. I felt him slide to the edge of my pussy, wipe the tip on my thigh, and then he walked away, leaving me there with my heartbeat slowly returning to normal. I pulled myself up and looked down at my thighs. They had been scraped and had bled, but the blood was dry on my legs. I walked over and lay across the couch, resting my head on his naked thigh.
“Can I ask a question now?” I looked up into his dark stare.
“You can ask one.” He said as his fingers traced my body.
“What is your last name?” I felt like I deserved to know that.
“Caito.” He replied as he started to trace back up the same path he had already went down, sending shivers up my spine.
“Is that Italian?” I asked.
“I said you could ask one question.” He pushed my head off of his thigh and stood up. “It is time for you to go.”
“What? Seriously!?” I felt anger starting to rise up within me as I stood. “You asked me to meet you just so you could fuck me and send me on my way?”
He knocked on the door and it started to open. I grabbed my dress off of the floor and covered my naked body. “Ms. Madison is leaving now.”
“Don’t call me again!” I said angrily as I slid into my dress and stepped into my shoes. “This is not how you treat someone.”
I stormed past Braden and out the door as the man once again escorted me towards the door. He reached for my elbow and I yanked it away, keeping myself two steps ahead of him. Once I was outside, I lit a cigarette and waved for a taxi, but the first one passed me by. I couldn’t remember the last time I was so angry. Braden Caito was a fucking asshole. He may have fucked me better than I had ever been fucked before, but I was not going to let him treat me like a whore. No man was worth that. I threw my half smoked cigarette on the ground as the next taxi rolled up to the curb and I demanded that the driver take me home. I spent the whole ride home cursing under my breath as my fury built. My parents weren’t home, which was just as well, because I wasn’t done fuming. As soon as I was home, I opened my father’s liquor cabinet and poured myself a glass of vodka. After a couple of sips, I downed the glass and took the whole bottle upstairs to my bedroom. I
“My pleasure…” He said with that same mixture of rage and passion in his tone.
He slammed into me so hard, the table fell over. I almost went face first into the floor, but his grip on my shoulder kept me suspended in the air. My thighs were scraped as it landed on the side. I was dead weight in his powerful arms, only supported by the edge of the toppled table. The shock temporarily siphoned my building orgasm, but it only took a few of his forceful thrusts to push me back towards the edge. I started to feel my pussy tightening around his cock and I knew it was coming. My toes pushed up against the floor and I felt every muscle in my body igniting with a demand for more. The storm roared inside of me until I couldn’t hold on any longer and then I started to buckle underneath him as I came. He held me tightly, keeping me right where he wanted me as I felt my body shake from the intense pleasure of each thrust.
“Oh god…” I said with a loud scream. “Oh fuck…”
My throes of passion and lust were answered by grunts from Braden who kept thrusting into me until I felt his cock throbbing against the tightness of my vaginal muscles. My pussy clamped down on his cock and he started to grunt even harder. A few seconds later, I felt another orgasm rip through me, followed by a third before my body even had a chance to recover from the second. His cock pulsated a few times and then he drove himself in deep, pushing me down onto the edge of the table as he unloaded inside of me. I felt his cum flood down his shaft and then it exploded into me like thunder. He pumped his cock until every drop had been drained. I felt him slide to the edge of my pussy, wipe the tip on my thigh, and then he walked away, leaving me there with my heartbeat slowly returning to normal. I pulled myself up and looked down at my thighs. They had been scraped and had bled, but the blood was dry on my legs. I walked over and lay across the couch, resting my head on his naked thigh.
“Can I ask a question now?” I looked up into his dark stare.
“You can ask one.” He said as his fingers traced my body.
“What is your last name?” I felt like I deserved to know that.
“Caito.” He replied as he started to trace back up the same path he had already went down, sending shivers up my spine.
“Is that Italian?” I asked.
“I said you could ask one question.” He pushed my head off of his thigh and stood up. “It is time for you to go.”
“What? Seriously!?” I felt anger starting to rise up within me as I stood. “You asked me to meet you just so you could fuck me and send me on my way?”
He knocked on the door and it started to open. I grabbed my dress off of the floor and covered my naked body. “Ms. Madison is leaving now.”
“Don’t call me again!” I said angrily as I slid into my dress and stepped into my shoes. “This is not how you treat someone.”
I stormed past Braden and out the door as the man once again escorted me towards the door. He reached for my elbow and I yanked it away, keeping myself two steps ahead of him. Once I was outside, I lit a cigarette and waved for a taxi, but the first one passed me by. I couldn’t remember the last time I was so angry. Braden Caito was a fucking asshole. He may have fucked me better than I had ever been fucked before, but I was not going to let him treat me like a whore. No man was worth that. I threw my half smoked cigarette on the ground as the next taxi rolled up to the curb and I demanded that the driver take me home. I spent the whole ride home cursing under my breath as my fury built. My parents weren’t home, which was just as well, because I wasn’t done fuming. As soon as I was home, I opened my father’s liquor cabinet and poured myself a glass of vodka. After a couple of sips, I downed the glass and took the whole bottle upstairs to my bedroom. I
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