Page 31 of Written in Sin
Catarina
Before he can stop me, I drop to my knees. The tiles in the laundry room are cold, but the way he is looking down at me sends electricity through me. My fingers fumble as I loop my fingers around his belt, feeling the metal buckle in my grip. All I want to see is him. All I want to feel is him. He’s the only thing keeping me alive in this suffocating hell hole. His hand goes to grab me, stopping my movements. “Are you sure you want to? In here?” He looks around the too-clean space.
“Why wouldn’t I?” I ask, looking up at him. I need something to make me forget, and he knows exactly how to do that. How to own me and free me from my mind. He groans out in surrender as my fingers begin to work quicker, pulling his belt free and undoing the button on his jeans. He’s still when I take my time pulling his zipper down. I feel the bulge of his dick through the fabric of his boxers, and my mouth starts to water as I hook my fingers in his waistband and jerk them down.
His dick springs free, and my pussy suddenly has a heartbeat. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how thick he is. It’s been so long since I’ve felt him stretch me from the inside out. The “ohmy god”leaving my lips is airy as I trail my fingers along the underside of his shaft. He’s heavy in my palm when I curl my fingers around him, and when I look up and hold his stare, I can see his jaw flexing when I start stroking him.
“Is this how you imagine me, on my knees, drooling over your dick? Does it make you hard when you’re all alone, when my pussy isn’t there to help, is this how you see me when you make yourself come?” When I see a hint of precum leaking out I press my lips against his tip, licking it up with my tongue. The taste of him sends my pussy into a spiral.
I trace my hand down my front, slowly making my way to my zipper when his hand connects with my cheek. The sting of the slap sounds through the small room, and I look up to see him wagging his finger, warning me. “Don’t you even think about it. I’m the only one who allows you to come.”
“Is that a rule, or just wishful thinking?”
The cold of the floor isn’t anything compared to the chill in his tone. “If I ever find out you’ve come without me, I’ll lock it up.”
“Lock what up?” I smirk.
“My pussy,” he says matter-of-factly. “Now, why don’t you get to using those pretty little lips of yours now?” Fuck. I love when he talks to me like this. I never need to be told twice. I take his entire length in my mouth, causing him to curse something under his breath as his hips jerk forward.
I start to gag and tears fill my eyes, spilling over when I shut them. The rush from his movements makes me moan, the sound vibrating around his length. His hands fist my hair as he pulls back just enough before he is pushing into my mouth again, forcing me back.
Almost as if he’s growling I hear him say, “Move back. I want to put the back of your head against the washer.” I let him guide me, scooting back a foot. My back and head hit flat against themetal. He pushes so deep inside of me that my throat constricts, taking him in. It’s full and I’m having to really focus to keep breathing through my nose.
“I love it when you cry for me.” I see his chest expand as he takes in a breath, holding it. “You take my dick so good. You love choking on me, don’t you?” I feel like he’s holding back, and that is not what I need from him right now. I need him to lose control. I pull back and he slips from my mouth with a wet pop.
I plead with him, “Make me forget.”
Not even a second passes before he jerks me to my feet, his hands digging into my hips with a rough grip. “Arms up,” He demands as he rips off my shirt, hoisting me up before locking his lips on mine. His tongue explores my mouth and I tighten my legs around him. Our bodies start to slip against each other from our wetness. Sweat, precum, spit. He sets me down and spins me around before rough hands push me forward, pressing my chest against the cold metal of the washer which causes me to shiver.
He leans over my back. “You want to forget? I’m going to make you forget everything. Including your name.” Kisses trace over my shoulder before I feel him bite down on my flesh. His tongue slides back up over my skin, working his way back to my ear. “I’ve been thinking about this moment. Tearing you apart, piece by piece.” My clit aches, and all I can think about is him stretching me beyond my body’s limits, taking me. His fingers slide over me, tracing down the curve of my back.
“Tear me apart then,” I say, arching into him.
I can’t place the noise I hear exit his lips, but I feel the pulse in my pussy pick up as any other thought I had is drowned out. His hand slips between my legs, his fingers frantic as he works the button of my pants. He leans on my back, peppering my shoulders and neck with kisses. My skin is wet, slippery with his sweat and saliva. He jerks my pants down my legs allowing me to immediately step out of them so he can kick them to the sideand press his fingers against the thin fabric of my panties. His determined fingers know exactly how to touch me, how to make me fall apart in his hands.
They circle my clit and tightness builds low in my stomach, teasing me with the pleasure I feel. “You’re so fucking wet. Tell me, do you want me to fuck this pussy?” His fingers move faster.
“Y-yes,” my voice chokes out, broken and needy.
Our skin sticks together, and he adjusts his position behind me. I bite down on my lip to hush my moan when I hear him unzipping his pants, the taste of metal coating my tongue. Slowly, he pushes my panties to the side, taunting me.
“Tsk Tsk.That just won’t do. I want to hear you moan. If you want to come, you’ll let me hear how good I’m making you feel.” I feel him push into me. His hand grabs my hair, jerking my head back and barely lifting my front off the cold surface. “Open,” he murmurs, and my lips part. He spits directly into my mouth; it’s hot and lands right on my tongue. I swallow and he grins. “Good Kitty.”
He pushes my head forward before he leans back, pulling out, and I whimper from the sudden emptiness I feel. His grip tightens as he slides his hand under my stomach, picking me up. My feet barely dangle above the ground, forcing me to use him and the washer as my foundation.
His dick shoves back inside of me, pushing in further, and I feel him hit something hard inside of me, causing a pain that I’ve never felt before. One that feels. So. Fucking. Good.
I clamp around him as he continues pumping in and out of me. Slow, then fast. Then slow again. Inch by inch, burying himself deep inside of me. I feel his dick twitch as my pussy sucks him in. “Someone’s eager.” The way I open for him has him picking up the pace.
“O-oh my god.”
His hand slaps over my cheeks, squeezing them together. “That’s it, cry to me. Call out to me.”
His fingers hook inside my cheeks, pulling them tight. With his grip, he’s going to split my lip. My nails scrape against the metal in unison with his deep thrusts. In and out. I fucking love it.
Every push and pull has me moaning in pleasure, the constant thrusting reminding me, he owns me. I feel a gush of liquid and hear him groan. “That’s right, make a mess for me. Fuck, you’re dripping all over me.”
He owns my body, my mind, my soul, and I wouldn’t want anything else. I struggle, the pressure of our bodies on the washer laying heavy on my lungs and my ability to speak. “Zed, p-please,” I beg.
