Page 44 of The Diávolos: Part Two
“OhmygodEvan,” she mumbles. “I can't. Please stop. It’s too much. I can’t breathe.”
I ignore her pleas. I’d never hurt Angelica, and I’m confident she can handle this.
“I’ll know when you’ve had enough. Take my cock like my good little slut.”
She groans in response, and I keep pounding into her with brute force. Each thrust expels a loudoomphof air from her mouth. After a few minutes, her moans turn into screams, so I cover her mouth to not draw attention.
We should be alone in the gym, having told Mickey I’d close up for her. She knew better than to ask and just gave me her keys. But I don’t want to risk anyone finding us here.
I’m so close, but I hold it, my breath coming out in short bursts. Angelica is also right at the edge; I can feel her insides clenching on my length.
I squeeze her mouth a little harder to muffle her screams, and she bites me.She fucking bites me.Hard.
“Argh!” I shout. “You little shit.”
My palm now has deep teeth marks, tiny bubbles of blood on the surface.
“Did you think a little bleeding would stop me from fucking you into oblivion, kitten?”
I pinch my skin to draw more blood and let a few droplets drip onto her naked body. The crimson beads mix with her sweat and roll down her stomach. It’s a fucking sight. My cock twitches, and I feel even closer to bursting inside her.
“I will fuck you until you pass out, and then I’ll still keep going, while my blood is painted on your skin.” I place my hand over her face and smear red over her lips. “Stop being a fucking brat.”
As expected, Angelica’s body slackens, and I continue to thrust into her, my hand still covering her mouth. I slide my hand higher and cover her nostrils. Angelica’s eyes fly open, filled with dread. She begins to panic, her legs thrash behind me as I fuck her.
Realizing that I won’t stop, Angelica lifts her arms and flaps them around to push me off, to no avail.
I tighten my palm around her mouth and nose, making it even harder for her to breathe. Eventually, her body weakens, her eyes closing, and her breaths come out in the shortest pants.
“That’s it, kitten. Come all over my cock.” I don’t slow down as her pussy pulses around me. “Fuck, yes.”
Her chest stops heaving, her heart on the brink of letting go. I spit in my free hand and slather my saliva onto Angelica’s clit, massaging it gently.
In a matter of seconds, she tightens her walls around my length, a clear telltale that her orgasm is one thrust away. Pushing myself deep inside once more, I remove my hand from her airways, and she inhales sharply, a loud scream-like gasp expelling from her mouth. Her body seizes violently as she climaxes and I explode on the spot, not capable of holding it any longer.
After a couple minutes of gathered breaths, Angelica breaks the silence. “I wish I hated you.”
My lip curls up. “It wouldn’t matter. I’d still come for you.”
The sound of running water snaps me out of my thoughts.
When we finally finished, Angelica headed to the shower to clean herself up, while I stayed in the sauna a bit longer to clear my head.
I now go toward her stall and step in behind her as she faces the stream. She jumps when she senses my presence.
“Shit, Evan. You scared me.”
I chuckle softly. “This is new.”
“What is?” Angelica asks.
“Fear. You’ve never been scared of me.”
She ponders her answer for a few seconds. “I’m not afraid of you,” she responds curtly. My chest tightens. Even after the intense moment we just shared, she’s back to trying to push me away.
“Are you sure about that, angel? You seemed frightened when I found you in the sauna and you flinched just now.”
“Maybe I’m just a little jumpy today,” she snaps, the distance now back between us. I sigh.
