27. 🌶️🔥🌶️Fire of Revenge 🌶️🔥🌶️

“There is no one else who fucked with me. And there is no one else I wanna fuck with.” Dakota whispers deeply, choking me and slow fucking me at the same time.
A sob breaks in my throat, causing me to moan and cry. It feels like he is fucking my heart than actually fucking me.
Dakota leans to my face. “I only want you.” His voice turns husky as he brings his lips to my wet cheeks and whispers, “And your tears.”
I flinch as I feel his tongue burning on my cheeks. “Delicious.” He smirks sadistically after licking my tears.
I hated it.
I promised myself that I won’t cry in front of him and here I am polling in my tears.
Dakota is the absolute worst person for whom I should develop any sort of emotional feelings. And yet, here they are.
A part of me wants to slap and curse him for what he is doing to me and another part of me wants to run my fingers through his dark hair and feel his rough beard, kiss his soft lips and lick the veins on his neck.
But I hate him. I want to hate him.
I sob uncontrollably. I feel like I am stuck on a rollercoaster of theme: *Emotions, with no seatbelts on.*
“Don’t worry, I’ll let you come today.” Dakota purrs looking at me.
And I start to worry as his hips thrusts above mine, slapping into me hard as he picks up his pace, all while grunting deeply in my ear, “If you beg me nicely like a whore.”
I shake my head.
But in contrast to my outside, my insides are thrashing like waves crash on rocks. I couldn’t understand why I cannot hate him despite his cruelty.
“Beg me to come, Emara.”
I try to keep my anger alive in me but the way he is rubbing and pressuring on my clit, I can’t. I feel a tightness in my stomach as he licks his lips and whispers in his deep voice, “I know you want to come, baby. Since yesterday.”
I moan, clenching on his thrusting cock and he grunts, gripping his hand around my throat. “And I'll make you come like you have never been cummed.”
“Please.” I cry at his words.
“Yes! Beg me, baby.” He cheers me with a grin.
Like sand, I could see my dignity slipping away from my fists and I sob.
“Beg like you want me.”
*I want you.*
*I so want you.*
“Dakota..” I moan as he thrusts slow in me when I want him to go fast.
“Dakota, please. I want to come.” My sex clenches around him, getting wetter on him as my body shudders for a release, but he suddenly stops moving in me.
The cruel king of manipulative ways looks down at my yearning body and smirks saying, “Beg like my whore.”
A wicked thrill gushes through my body as I realize how totally he possesses me. My mind, my body, and my soul. He has all my reins in his one hand while he sensually touches me with another.
“Please, fuck me.” I scream, dropping my grace.
Dakota smirks as he makes me scream like his whore, like he always wanted me to be. A dirty little slut for him.
In an instance, he pulls out of me and suddenly, I feel empty and depressed of him.
He flips me on the bed like the omelette he flipped in pan and I fall with my stomach on the mattress.
“On four.” He tells me while desperately flexing my ass in his grasp. I gasp as he drives into me again without any warning.
*“Ahhh!”* A moan hisses out of my lips as begins to pound immediately. His hand comes to my sex and I feel rough fingers rubbing on my clit.
*Oh my fucking god!*
My eyes roll back as I feel him deep within me, touching my sensual spot and I arch my ass back instinctively like a bitch in heat.
Dakota grunts wildly and puts more pressure on my throbbing clit. I dither like a fish under him, desperate to fall into the water of ecstasy.
“Come, baby.” He groans in my ear and pounds faster.
*And that was my undone!*
My fingers claw the bedsheet and I cry, feeling like to burst into million stars.
“Yes! Come on my cock.” He growls, holding my quivering hips as bliss in the form of pleasure shoots through my body.
I could feel galaxies fucking me and stars spasming out of me. I feel like I travelled into another dimension where nothing else matters than happiness and unicorns.
With a low, pussy-quenching growl, Dakota comes right after moaning my name.
I lie breathlessly under his hot sweating body. I have never been a victim of such an intense passion, and I am afraid I might pass out from pure pleasure.
The orgasm was so good, I feel like to pay him for his services.
But I didn’t realize I was broke and he is a millionaire. But it didn’t even matter at the moment.
When the cloud of lust clears out, my mind comes down from the happy rainbow slide and I blink at the stale reality.
Dakota rolls off me and stands up. He discards the condom and begins wearing his clothes back.
*Is he leaving?*
A feeling of melancholy prevails in me as the drug of orgasm sinks and I am forced to watch him walk away from my body and far away from my soul.
My insides want to crawl out and hug him so tightly that we merge into one.
Except, I can’t touch him.
Having a body satisfaction without any emotional needs, feels so empty. I want to touch him badly. I want to feel his hard muscles under my fingers and kiss him like he has never been kissed.
I don’t like this distance he created between us.
“You are going?” I ask him, almost like a beg to stay with me for a while. Even a minute would feel like a bliss in his arms.
“I am sleepy.” Dakota says wearingly, and my heart clenches painfully in return.
“You can sleep here.” I bite my lip in anticipation.
Dakota tilts his head and I feel the hope of wings flapping in my chest.
*Please. Stay.*
“Good night.” He says before walking away quietly.