Page 30 of Merry Little Mishap

“Almost had you,” I gasped, wiping my mouth.

“Like I said, I don’t come till you do. I’ll do anything to get on that little list of yours. I’ll make sure you know what number one really feels like, and it won’t be from some vibrator or card game.”

I couldn’t believe how fast I got to my feet as Nick yanked me into the air, my tits pressed against the cool elevator wall. He handled my hips roughly, effortlessly, positioning me against his groin as I held onto the railing for support.

“I’m learning something new about you, Miss Elena Ortiz. I always knew you were a giver, but you’re far too giving not to be taken care of first. Can’t you see I want to spoil you? That I want to make you feel consumed in the best sense?” He smacked my ass, his question reaching the peach fuzz around my ear, sending shivers all over my body. My nipples hardened from how his cock slipped between my lips, taking advantage of how unabashedly wet I was. “You trust me?” The clink of his belt lifted from the floor. He snapped it.

I practically drooled my arousal onto the crown of his apple-hard cock, grinding back against his tip. “I do.”

“And if you want me to stop, you tell me. This is for you, this is for your mind and pussy.” Nick carefully wrapped the belt around my neck, taking special precaution to move slowly and carefully. He laced the black leather through the brass buckle, looping it loosely. “Say, ‘tighter, baby,’” he instructed, notching the belt further towards my throat.

“Tighter, baby...” I echoed. He twisted the belt around his fist, turning it into a leash. “Tighter… tighter… tighter,” I repeated, relishing in the surprising pressure it produced. “Ti—” I stopped, and he loosened it by a hair.

“Right there,” he whispered, finding the perfect spot for me to still breathe and speak, but also, for my head to feel fuzzy and light. “Has anyone taken you from behind before? This fucking peach of yours?” he asked. “God knows I fucking want it, how I’ve worshiped it anytime you’ve walked away… how I’ve stroked myself to the thought of it.”

My breath fogged the mirror in front of my face, “Did I really make you come, just because of my ass?”

“Every time I’m around you I get so turned on… I always need a cold shower afterwards, but it hardly helps, it only delays the inevitable… me beating off in the shower, sputtering my mess onto the wall, wishing it was you that I’d spill inside of instead.”

I felt something warm, something round and hard pushed between me, brushing my asshole. It was such a sensitive spot, such a unique button of pleasure that he merely pressed into, causing me to expand and accept him, to pop his perfect fucking head right into my hole.

“Nick…” I moaned with what little air I could, “Christ, that’s it. Right there!” I encouraged, backing up slowly, his cock so soaked with my own spit, that no friction or pain was hardly felt. “I can take it all. I ca—” I paused, my pussy brushing against his balls.

“Every hole, baby girl.” He kissed my neck, tightening the belt harder as he reached around, lifting me to my toes. His fingers were knuckles deep into my cunt, curling, finding the delicate mound of nerves before he pressed up on it.

“Shit, I feel so tight,” I whimpered, weak by how his hips rocked into my ass, his fingers milking my pussy wet. Nick grunted, his face twisted in pleasure, the leather strap of the belt clutched into the chomp of his pearly white teeth.

“You like it in the ass? Fucking you from behind while fingering you like my little puppet?” he gritted.

My ass bounced into him, his thrusts clapping against me with a raw, hard fuck that made me want to scream.

“Harder, Nick. Fuck me harder.” I rubbed my clit, forcing his fingers further as I began to quiver. Here I was, bent over, my lipstick smeared, and my tits pressed painfully hard against the wall, chasing an orgasm that felt too big to ever be expressed. I needed to scream, but Nick tightened the belt, stretching my ass with his fat dick as he fucked me harder than any man or toy ever had before.

“Is anyone in there?”

Fuck.

A woman’s voice echoed from the floor above as she knocked on the large steel elevator doors.

I couldn’t believe it. I’d recognize that horse Italian accent from anywhere. It was Mrs. Caporali, my neighbor, calling down to us. I wasn’t sure why she was on the sixth floor.

“I think she’s waiting for me.” Nick smiled into my cheek, kissing it. “She’s trying to set me up with one of her granddaughters tonight. I’m guessing she went to my apartment for an impromptu date.”

I tried not to laugh, fully aware of Mrs. Caporali’s reputation as a matchmaker.

“She can be pretty adamant. I don’t think she’s going to leave.”

“Well neither am I. We’re not going anywhere till you finish good and strong. It’s what you deserve.”

“But—” I hesitated, giddy. Nick massaged the back of my neck, the leather belt soft against my nape.

“Shhh… I’m your bull, baby, and I’ll fuck you as such.” Nick covered my mouth, squeezing it shut, his forearms wrapped in corded veins that muffled my groans. “But you gotta be quiet for me… I can’t have my sweet Elena getting caught taking it so roughly.”

I was so close, biting into his arm, my knees shaking as he entered my ass again, pulling out just enough to remind me how big he felt at my entrance.

“I can’t hold on,” I whined, finally losing control.

“Bite my fucking arm, baby, scream into it.” Nick protected us from being caught, allowing me to cry into his arm as he railed me against the wall. My air grew tighter and tighter, causing stars to build in my head, and my vision to go bright. I was exploding and fading all at once, disappearing into the warmest puddle of nerves that turned my face numb. And as I thought I was about to lose sight of everything, Nick stripped the belt from my neck, releasing all the blood up to my cheeks and head, then back to my clit.

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