Page 68 of Hidden Fears
I swallow. Then I clear my throat and lick my lips, suddenly feeling anxious and excited at the same time.
His laughter is short and breathy.
“You’ll be fine. You were made to take my cock, Josephina.” His voice is forced. Hoarse. Like it’s hard for him to speak.
I like how he keeps repeating my name, not leaving any doubts that he is with me and not someone else from his own fantasies.
His hand comes back onto my back, pressing me into the table. I happily oblige, and quite honestly, I’m glad he’s doing everything because I wouldn’t know what to do with this monster. I have some googling to do.
With his cock in his hand, he moves the pierced tip over my drenched pussy. It’s swollen and painful and so ready for action. It has been since I heard the sound of his truck approaching the house.
Then he pokes it inside, and I expect pain. But none comes.
He pulls it back and presses in again, spreading the wetness around. This time, it goes deeper.
Out again and in. Here he meets resistance, and I’m trying to jiggle my ass to adjust to him, but he grabs my side with his hand, stopping me.
“Relax,” he orders calmly. “I got you.”
Letting go of my neck, he brings both his hands on the sides of my ass and lifts me to my tippytoes. This way, he has better access. He slowly presses in, wrapping one hand around me, bringing one hand to my clit.
He presses. I gasp. He slips deeper. I breathe out. Another push. And deeper.
He retracts, grabs my ass with both hands again, and pushes all the way in.
I moan into the table, full of pain and anticipation. And him.
His left hand grabs my shoulder and pulls me up onto him. Pressing my back into his front, he brings his hand to the front of my neck. Dominating me in his firm grip, he starts moving his hips. I’m on my tippytoes, and with every push, he brings me higher up his body, taking off some of my weight. His hand tightens around my throat, and I gasp for air. My pussy contracts, trying to squeeze him harder.
A sudden bite comes to the side of my neck, and then he starts licking.
I’m sweaty. I’m wet. My lips are dry from moaning.
“How do you want it, Josephina?”
“Harder,” I breathe out. “I want it harder.”
“That’s my good girl,” he hums approvingly and helps me lie back on the table. “So good at taking my cock.”
Once my tits touch the surface, he grabs my ass and delivers my wishes.
I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked so hard before. I’m just trying to hold on to the edges of the table while he’s impaling me on his monstrous cock. I feel the piercing touching the spots I like with every thrust. His heavy balls slap my clit with every push.
I can feel his holster push against my back, and I wonder if his gun is still there.
“Do you want to come?” he asks with a growl.
“Y-yes,” I moan.
“How bad do you want to come, Josephina?” He keeps thrusting his hips into me, firmly holding my ass in place.
“I want to come, Kenneth.” I moan, throwing my hand on his shoulder. “Please.”
He moves one hand back to my clit and wraps another under my boobs, holding me in place while he keeps impaling me onto his giant cock.
With another thrust, it goes even deeper, hitting the very maximum I didn’t know I could take. Suddenly, I feel the weight of his muscular arm on my back. Moving me. Pushing me forward. He presses my body into the table, restraining me again.
And that’s enough for the fireworks to come.
