Once Love Begins - Chapter 14. Part 2

Chapter 14. Part 2

Her eyes fluttered as she sighed in annoyance, and then he buried his face in her p*ssy, not even bothering to fit. He kissed the hole like never before and s*cked down hard.

She squeezed her eyes shut as pleasure shot through her head.  She tilted her head back and pulled hard on his hair. Her toes were tingling, and her lower back was tingling. 

She’s afraid she’ll lose something, but he doesn’t stop, instead focusing two fingers on a single spot on her inner wall.

No matter how much she squeezes and pushes, he won’t let go, and she’s getting weaker and weaker.

She covered her mouth, afraid that someone outside might hear her, but her soft moans did not fade. 

“Shh, shut up!”

Her inner walls tightened to the point of pain, then snapped back into place. She begged him to stop, but he had no intention of stopping.

Her v*g*na tensed and relaxed. Breathing heavily, she slowly opened her tightly shut eyes and saw the ceiling. Her legs shook convulsively. 

His hand didn’t stop moving, even though he knew it was shaking like a madman. He flicked his wrist faster and harder. It felt different than before.

A strange sensation of heat gathered in her p*ssy as if something was about to explode.  Her as$ tightened.

“Ahh!” She screamed as if she’d peed herself, soaking his wrists and forearms. His eyes widened in disbelief, and she shook uncontrollably.   

“Hmm… ugh.”

Tears streamed down her cheeks like a faucet, bursting from the shame and the intense pleasure she’d never felt before. He turned and hugged her tightly. She cried into his chest.

She can’t believe how wet her p*ssy still is. She can’t believe she’s spilled enough juice to soak her panties. Her shoulders are bobbing up and down. She won’t stop crying.

She thinks she could cry for three days if he asked her to. If his face had been there instead of his hand. She didn’t even want to imagine it.

She thought her body would calm down with time, but it never did. She took a deep breath and felt her stomach churn as if it were empty. A sob escaped her lips.

After a long, tight hug and a pat on the back, he pulled away. She turned her head away, so she couldn’t see his face. Suddenly, he pulled her panties off.

He tells her that she’s too wet to wear panties anyway, but he struggles to remove them, which come up to her ankles. 

“You’re wet,” he tells her.

“Take them off.” She stubbornly kept her legs closed, and he pulled them off. She looked at his hand holding the torn panties and bit her lip hard, unable to believe that the thing in his hand was her panties.

The panties that had been on her body just moments before were so easily transferred to his hands that she felt like she was going to cry again. Heat rushed to her eyes.

He puts the panties back in his suit pocket and stares at her face.

“She should say something, she should slap him, but no voice comes out; nobody moves. All she can do is breathe. It’s a struggle to even open and close her eyes. 

“We could do it here, but the space is too small.

She lowers her eyes to stare at his boxers. She thinks she should tell him to give her his boxers, but her body is weak. 

“You can, if you want to,” she replied.

His eyes move from her bare thighs to her vagina. She shakes her head as hard as she can, wishing she could just leave her in the car.

He pulled down the raised skirt. He got out of the car and opened the passenger door. The cold wind suddenly rushed in, and she brought her legs together. She felt so cold without her panties.

She clasps her hands together and wiggles her legs. She has to get out, but she can’t. 

“Down.”

“…Yes.”    

The moment her feet hit the ground, she wobbled. He grabs her shoulder, barely keeping her from falling, but she doesn’t appreciate it. She wants to punch his hand away, but without his arm, she’ll fall.

Crying, she got into the elevator with his support. She could feel his hot stare on the side of her face, but she kept her eyes straight ahead.

Then she turned her head and made eye contact with him. His eyes were dark in the reflection of the elevator doors.

He had the face of a wild animal, ready to devour her in one bite, and she wanted to run. The elevator doors opened, and she took a step, but her leg gave out.

“Watch out,” he said. 

Her legs are weak because of someone—brazenly so.

It hurts, and the juices running down her thighs reach down to her ankles. She hugs herself. She hugs her neck, not wanting to see her face so close.

“Put me down,” she said as they reached the top floor of the hotel, inside the suite.

Despite being told to stop, he stumbled to the bed, his eyes shaking wildly. She had no strength left from her experience in the car, and he wasn’t going to stop.

She watched as he undressed. She watched as he took off his suit, stripped down his underwear, and sat on the bed. Her eyes lingered on his hard p*nis.

As she backed away in horror, he smiled and grabbed her ankles, pulling them apart, her skirt curling up as her body was pulled, exposing her thighs.

His eyes darkened even more. Her throat ached as if it would rip open.  Before she knew it, all her clothes were gone.

She stares at the clothes on the floor, then snaps out of it as he painfully bites her n*ppl*.  

“Look at me,” he says, looking at her so she doesn’t look away.

The way he slides his fingers into her v*g*na while s*cking on her n*ppl* makes her tense, and he pats her back soothingly.  

“Relax,” he said.

She can’t relax, remembering what happened in the car. She shakes her head.  

“It’s okay, just relax,” he whispers in her ear as she almost orgasms.

He sounds so relaxed, but she’s sure she’s mistaken about the urgency in his tone. She breaks down again under the touch of his fingers, which churns her inner walls and rubs her clit at the same time.

This time, it splashes him in the face.

Her eyes burned from the tears streaming down her cheeks. She felt like she was going to die of frustration.

“If you want to stick your d*ck in, just do it; I don’t know why you keep sticking your hand in and shaking it,” she said.

She closed her eyes, not wanting to see him laughing at something that felt so good, even though his face was wet from the filthy water.

He spread her legs wide and positioned himself there. She couldn’t keep her mouth shut as his p*nis rubbed against her v*g*na.

She doesn’t want him to penetrate her, but she doesn’t understand her throbbing hole, which says she wants more.  Her head says no, but her body is soaking wet. It’s hot, and she doesn’t know what to do.

She felt betrayed by her saliva-dripping body.  He pushed his hips forward with force, his p*n*s right at the entrance. She felt like she was being torn apart from the inside as he filled her.

He couldn’t loosen his hold on her waist. She wanted him to go deeper, faster. Her already heated body wanted him.

“Ha… Mmmm… Mmmm!”

A soft moan escaped her mouth, the inner walls opening and closing in the shape of his rapidly thrusting p*nis. She clawed her nails down his back and shuddered. 

“You do it.” He stopped abruptly and turned around, his and her positions changing. She was sitting on his stomach, her eyes narrowing. She blinked, not knowing what he wanted.

“I want you to move,” he said, his pupils bobbing back and forth like buoys on a choppy sea. 

“Oh, I can’t.” She swallowed hard, her throat rattling as his intense gaze held her. His eyes glowed as if he might bite her neck at any moment.

His c*ck twitched where they were still connected. The inner walls were busy chewing on the dirt as if they were going to bite into it.

“I can do it.” She shook her head. 

“Do it. Come on.” She collapsed onto his stomach with a tug on her chest, burying her face in his neck and shaking her head furiously. 

“If you don’t want to, I will.” His arms wrapped around her waist, pinning her, and he pulled his knees up. Then he bounced off her waist like a runaway train.

“You’re so deep. Ugh!”

She can’t even breathe. She gagged like a fish on a spit. As she gasps for air, she pulls herself up and sits down. She sits on his legs and makes eye contact with him.

She bites down hard on his shoulder as the penetration deepens. She bends her hips. As she lifts her hips to escape the thrusting p*nis, he grabs her waist and pulls her down.

At the same time, he inserted his p*nis, which threatened to pierce her uterus and burst down her throat. It slides in and out without pause, leaving her speechless.

Her veins heated, and she felt like she was going to melt. She cried, begged, and pleaded, and only then did his movements stop. She shivered and hugged him tightly.

His body was limp and sagging. As she lay down on the bed, he came to her side and wiped her sweaty brow. She gasped and rolled over, the slightest movement sending a surge of heat down her spine. 

She’d done it before, and she wished he’d let her go. She slapped his chest. She pulls her hands away, but he grabs her br**sts again, nibbling at her n*ppl*s. 

When she looks up to see him licking the back of her neck, the corners of her mouth twitch upward. 

“That, stop. No.” 

She wants to tell him that if he does it again, she will be taken to the hospital.

His hand slides down and rubs against her clit. He n*bbl*s at her ear, whispering in a low voice.

“We’re not done yet,” she shuddered at the way his voice told her they hadn’t even started, that she shouldn’t even think about sleeping. 

* * *

He’s right, we had s*x all night. It was s*x for the sake of s*x. In between the s*xes, they ate and washed up, but it was all for the sake of s*x.

After two full days of s*x in the hotel, she woke up and couldn’t get up. She was staring at the ceiling. She tried to move, but it felt like her bottom had opened up. 

She remembered that she must have washed before bed, but it was wet between her legs.

They don’t look like her legs. Even though she was squatting, fluid was still coming out of her v*g*nal opening.

She remembered his voice whispering in her ear as she bit down on it until it bled.

“You’re a natural, aren’t you?”

“You were struggling yesterday, but now you’re biting pretty good.”

He’d said when he’d come to her at dawn as she lay exhausted. She tweaked her n*ppl*s, which were so sore that the slightest touch made them scream in pain, and rubbed his hard p*nis against her as$. 

She closed her eyes helplessly, knowing he would do it anyway. He was going to make a baby, he was.