26. 🌶️Sweet Little Whore🌶️

“On the bed, Emara.”
My heart thumps heavily as I look at Dakota. His soft expressions are all gone, along with his t-shirt as he drags it up over his head.
Ripples of muscles uncover underneath the cloth, and my stomach swirls warmly. I have seen him shirtless before, but never from this close.
I gulp. My fingers tighten around the knot of my towel as I feel an itch to touch his mighty Thor abs, which are deliciously decorated one after the other, and end up disappearing inside his track pants.
“Let go off that towel and get on the bed.” Dakota orders me as he tosses his tee aside.
His words go up and down my spine, sending chills all over my body as he lowers his track and stands in just his brief.
He looks identical to the statues of god in the museum. His shoulders appear firm and are beautifully sculpted with the hours of workout he does every day.
I suddenly feel sexual and ready. I take rapid breaths as if I am running, as if my body is about to break away from me like a wild horse and run towards him.
My fingers loosen on the towel on my chest and it falls down to my feet. Goosebumps follow on my skin along with his eyes as he stares at my naked body.
My nipples harden under his hungry gaze, and I feel my sex pooling with wetness. I wish I could blame the ice.
Dakota takes a step away from me and towards the drawer as he pulls out a wrapper, all while keeping his eyes on me like an animal.
I hum with redness as he steps out of his brief and I get to see his cock in its full glory.
Hard. Thick. And *dangerously* erect.
Dakota rolls a condom on his fully raised beast and I feel my heart thrumming inside my ribs. It is scared, and nervously excited.
He takes a step towards me and I couldn’t stop thinking how gorgeous this man is. He moves like he comprises of art and poetry. He himself is an abstraction of abstract.
“Lie on the bed, Emara.”
His deep voice reaches to me and I feel drugged to follow his command.
I feel surrendering to his dominance, to his intimidation as I lie on the bed willfully.
My knees spread a little on their own as if my senses have submitted to him and acknowledged him as their owner.
Dakota lowers down to me, his hips spreads my thighs wider as he gets in between them. My hands itch to touch his marble chest and they raise to his-
“What are you doing?” Dakota clutches on to my wrists before they even touch his body.
“Touching you.” A whisper spills out of my lips and I witness his eyes narrowing down on me as if I insulted him.
“Emara. You are not touching me. Today or ever.”
Strong fingers grab my hands and place them firmly above my head. “We are just going to fuck. Like I want.. With minimal contact and maximum fucking.” His voice sharp like a honed glass and I find my heart thrashing at his words.
I swallow down a lump of sob which crawls up my throat as I stare into those unemotional, barbaric eyes.
I don’t know what wrong I did, he was so nice to me a few minutes ago and now, it seems like he is a complete different person whose only goal is to take revenge sex from me.
“Now spread your legs wider, or it will hurt you more.”
My eyes widen at his statement and I couldn’t believe what I just heard. Foolish of me to assume last night was just a burst of his sudden angry emotions, but it was not adventitious.
*This is him.*
A heartless robot, whose only desire is to get vengeance by fucking a girl who sent him to jail. *This is his pay back.*
With a hand under my thigh, he brings my knee close to my breast, locking me in a position where I can’t move and he has all the free will to do anything with me.
His eyes look down at my sex and heat spreads through me like sonic waves. I hate how much effect he has on me, with just his gaze.
Dakota drives his penis inside me with no warnings and with a force so sudden that my whole body jerks with intrusion. *“Ahhh!”* This is the second time he did it and this is the second day with no foreplay, or even a kiss.
I whimper with my hands clutched above my head as he draws his cock back and pilots deep into me, pushing my vagina to its extend as if making a tunnel to fuck my mind.
*Ahhh-Uhh!*
My breast jerks in the air with his every thrust and he grunts, going faster in me as if the view drives him crazy.
Dakota palms my belly and slowly slides his fingers up to my heaving chest. I groan as his hand cups my breast so gently that it doesn’t even match with the speed he was thrusting into me.
*‘You are never touching me.’*
His voice echoes in my mind and a sob breaks out of me. “Why me?” I blink my wet eyes at him. “When you can get any girl to be your fucking play thing, then why are you forcing me?”
Dakota looks at me soberly. His hips slow down to a rhythm, which makes me feel my very muscle clutching on to his cock possessively.
His hand travels up and I gasp as he curls his finger around my throat and makes me look at him.
“There is no one else I want, Emara.” He says, looking darkly into my teary eyes.
I take deep breaths as his fingers tighten on my neck while he pushes into me steadily saying, “There is no one else who fucked with me.”
“And there is no one else I wanna fuck with.”