CHAPTER-23
HURTS SO GOOD
This chapter contains mature-content, so if you aren't interested feel free to skip the whole chapter.
Christian was dressed in a grey suit by the time I had my breakfast. The conversation we had during our "bath" was still running through my mind.
He was planning on having a family with me. A family. And babies. He was planning on getting me pregnant. Thank you, Jesus, that I was going to be on shot for next three months or I had no doubt this man would have gotten me pregnant the next time.
Not that I was going to have sex with him again. Nope. Not happening.
I was doing my hair in front of the floor length mirror when strong arms wrapped around my waist and warmth engulfed my back. Christian settled his chin on my shoulder as he watched us in the mirror with a lazy smile.
"You look beautiful, sweetheart." He kissed my neck.
I was getting too much comfortable with his touch. And his kisses. And his compliments. So much for staying away from him.
I passed him a nervous smile because I didn't want to ruin his mood, because Christian said we were going out. And I didn't have any tracker on as well. So this was my perfect chance to run away. I could just go to the police here and ask them to let me call Liam.
I just had to get rid of the man who was currently spooning me from behind while standing.
I was almost done when Christian dragged a chair behind him and sat on it, dragging me with him so I was sitting on his lap, his front to my back.
"Christian, what are you doing?"
He spread my legs in answer till my dress hitched up and my panties were visible in the mirror. He shifted and plastered my back to his chest and then I felt it. His hard d*ck.
He purred and nuzzled my neck, "Do you feel that, sweetheart? I keep my c*ck hot and hard for you. Only you. Any time you want it, you just crawl right onto my lap and take what you need."
I swallowed and tried to wiggle away from him but that only made him spread me even further till my knees hit the armrest.
"Christian, what..."
He then put his fingers on my cl*t through my panties and I sucked in a breath when I found out that I was wet.
His other hand left my waist and pushed the straps off my shoulders and tugged my dress down to my waist. Pulled the cups of my bra down to bare my breasts.
His purr vibrated through me. "Hmm. Now that's more like it."
In the mirror, I watched as his head bent down at the same he lifted my left breast with one finger and sucked my n*pple in his hot mouth.
I bucked but Christian wrapped his free arm around me again, preventing me from escaping.
I thought you weren't going to have sex with him again, bitch. But look at you now. Sitting on his lap, with legs spread and letting him suck your n*pple.
"A fuck before we go out, sweetheart? Please?" He whispered in my ear.
Uh, that would be a no.
But my tongue was swollen when Christian licked my n*pple and fisting the string of my thong, he ripped the material at my hip, leaving a sharp sting behind. My panties fell down one thigh, baring me to his eyes completely.
"Tell me, sweetheart. In your mind, what are we doing in that bed? Are we fucking nice and slow or are you making me sweat for it?" He said, his eyes staring back at me through the mirror.
I stared at the dirty picture we made. Me, half naked, with only my dress around my waist, tits and p*ssy exposed while he was still fully dressed in his suit.
"Am I under you, watching your tits bounce as you buck those hips? Or am I on top of you like the first time? I could force those thighs wide and bury myself deep in between them." He leaned forward to lick the curve of my ear. "Maybe I'm behind you. Ah, fuck, I could get in so deep that way, sweetheart. Tell me what you want. I'll make it happen."
My answer was only a whimper when he pinched my n*pples, pain and pleasure pooling in my belly.
"Watch us." He growled at the same time he pushed his two fingers inside me, the heel of his palm rubbing my cl*t. I was still so sensitive which made me clench my insides, which made him groan.
And then he started fucking me with those fingers. Christian clutched one of my breasts as he tucked me to him and made me watch his fingers disappearing inside me with sloppy, wet sounds. My cheeks heated with embarrassment but not for once he let me look away from the image we created in the mirror.
"How many fingers do you want, sweetheart? Two, three, four? Or my fist, hmm?" He grunted in my ear, not once stopping or taking his eyes off mine. "I'm sure you could take my whole fist up your tight c*nt after you've taken my fat c*ck."
At that, Christian pushed his four fingers inside me, making me buck and clutch his wrist.
"Christian, please...." I whimpered.
"Please, what?" He curled his fingers inside me and I was a goner. The orgasm made me shiver on top of him and I tried to push his fingers out but he didn't let me. He kept stroking me until I calmed down and melted against him.
I was still high on my orgasm when Christian lifted me up a little and then I heard the zipper coming down.
And then it was there. His d*ck. Hot, hard and veiny, pressed up against my p*ssy.
He pulled out his wet fingers from me and wiped them on his c*ck, making it shine. "Hold it," he whispered. With tentative hands, I grabbed his d*ck which was so hot and heavy in my hand, I couldn't resist stroking him once, the foreskin pulling up and down.
The move was so hot that I couldn't stop myself from doing it again. The foreskin was so smooth, it covered his whole tip when I stroked up and revealed the plumped head when I pulled it down.
Christian nipped at my neck, "Quit playing with it, Stella, and put it inside you. P*ssy, ass, wherever you want."
I stared at the thick c*ck in my hand. No wonder I was sore after having it inside me. I stroked him once again and a drop of precum appeared at its slit. I rubbed it with him thumb, using it to lube up his d*ck.
"The longer it takes me to get between your thighs, the rougher I'm going to be when I finally get there. Understand?"
That quickly set me into motion. I grabbed his d*ck at the base and pressed it against my hole. My thighs shook as I took the tip in. Christian didn't force me down or even thrust up, just let gravity and my own body weight do the work.
I trembled as I took him in, my inner muscles hugging him so tight. God, fuck, no penis was supposed to be this thick. Liam was bigger but Christian was thicker. I always thought bigger d*cks were difficult to take but...
"Oh, now that is some good p*ssy," Christian said with a groan, his hips shifting underneath me.
His c*ck pulsed inside me as I took him in, inch by inch.
"Look at you. Look at us."
Christian gripped my chin, forcing my gaze to the mirror as he parted my folds with his fingers to reveal my hard nub. Fuck. Was that me? I looked so...debauched. My body flushed and covered with hickeys, my eyes wet as I sat impaled on Christian's huge c*ck. I watched myself in the mirror as I shifted upward and then slid back down.
"That's it. Fuck yourself on my c*ck. Fuck, you're taking it so well. Such a good girl, so good for me," Christian growled, a tension in his voice that wasn't there before. I melted against him, letting my head fall back against his shoulder, my lips parted as I stopped worrying and just let myself feel.
I bucked and whimpered when he started rubbing at my sensitive nub. "I'm going to make this p*ssy sore, then soothe her with some hot come. You want that, sweetheart?"
My answer was only a whimper and a buck. Christian tilted my head, capturing my mouth in a kiss that made my head spin. He started stroking my cl*t harshly, thrusting up in me, his c*ck making a wet sound everytime it moved in me.
My muscles clenched when he suddenly pulled out, making me moan in frustration. He smacked his d*ck on my folds thrice, then spread them with his two fingers to reveal my red and swollen p*ssy and my swollen cl*t.
"Look at your c*nt. Contracting on nothing but air." My hole clenched at his words, making me go all red. He pressed the head of his c*ck on my cl*t, rubbing it in circles, building up another orgasm.
"Look at you, grinding that little p*ssy on me. I'd fill you with every goddamn inch so quickly, you'd scream for me to take it back out. Maybe it's better this way, giving just your cl*t a ride. But know that I'd like to be pounding you full of me, Stella. Full."
With that, he thrust back in me in one go. My eyes watered and I gasped and sink my nails in his arm that was currently wrapped around me.
Instead of thrusting, Christian grinded me on his d*ck, my cl*t pulsing everytime his balls rubbed against me. I grinded myself down as far as I could go, feeling Christian's testicles against the cradle of my ass, desperate for that hard presence inside of me, that hard spear piercing right through the epicenter of my need. And Christian, God knew how he could read my body better than I could read my own, leaned forward and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me down onto him as he thrust up. He started bouncing me up and down on his c*ck, and I stared at the erotic image in the mirror.
My breasts bounced from his thrusts, and while I was sitting practically naked in his lap, he was still fully dressed except for his thick c*ck which was currently creating havoc in my body.
"I remember what it feels like when you're getting ready to blow. It's seared on my fucking brain. Any minute now, you're going to tighten up on me like a vise." He nipped my bottom lip. "You're going to try to push my c*ck out. But I won't let you. I'm going to fuck you right through it."
"Fuck, Christian." His words were all it took for me to come again and like he promised, he didn't let me push him out, instead his thrusts grew rougher, jabbing his c*ck in my still tender p*ssy.
"You want my come in you, sweetheart?" He growled in my ear, his eyes were drugged, his pupils dark and blown up. His features were dark too, tight and straining. There was a dotting of sweat on his forehead, from holding himself back I think.
When I didn't reply, he spanked my cl*t hard and thrust up in me so hard, I think he hit my womb.
"Ask me to come inside you." He grunted and plucked at my n*pples till they hurt and I moaned, feeling him throb in me.
Don't say it. Don't you fucking say it, bitch. Tell him to take his fucking d*ck out.
"Come inside me." I whispered.
Christian growled and sinked his teeth in my neck, thrusting up in me. His d*ck swelled as he finally exploded in me.
When our breathing calmed, Christian pulled me off him, his now soft c*ck hanging down and his come dripping down on it from my hole.
I nearly moaned at the sight.
But instead of letting me go, he gathered his come with two fingers and pushed it back in me. I shuddered on top of him.
"Keep that come in you." He kissed my cheek. "So I don't have to worry about your p*ssy pouting all day, because that fat c*ck you were riding made her hurt." He kissed my neck this time. "My come will soothe her. Keep her nice and warm."
I sighed into his mouth when he kissed me with a sweet pull. "After all, she's going to take my c*ck everyday. So it's my job to take care of her, isn't it, sweetheart?"
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