Mabel Shot Part 4

Unable to rephrase a single word, due to the orgasm I just had, I just find myself nodding my head in agreement with him, sinking into the perdition that is his eyes. He lifts me higher and causes friction between my sensitive nipples on his shirt. I retract my thighs around him, moaning softly. His eyes shine with amusement, giving me a dangerous smile, lifting my body even higher, until my lap is at eye level with his. My legs tighten even more around his back, while my arms are trapped next to his face. I try to move my chest away, to relieve the pressure and anguish that the fabric causes when touching my breasts.
"Stay like this!" He slaps my ass hard, which makes me freeze, smiling even more wickedly when he hears my moan.
His hands release my ass and he stretches an arm to the table, grabbing a condom from the box. I hear the sound of his zipper being lowered, and deep inside I want him to take off those clothes, I wish I could feel my skin touching his without any kind of restriction between us. His eyes don't leave my face, while he covers his cock with the condom. My hair is stuck to my sweaty back, and I breathe faster, feeling everything rise inside me again, the anxiety and the fear. My absorbed eyes get lost in his lips, getting stuck on them. Maybe the difficulty of thinking makes me want to touch them with my mouth even more. Even if it's just to try, savor like a dangerous and provocative fruit. They are red in a dark pinkish tone, giving me the feeling of being Eve before the apple, when the serpent induced her to commit the first sin.
I didn't feel this way when I looked at Nate's mouth, or any other man's. The kisses Nate gave me were as cold and frightening as his invasive touches. The only thing I liked about his kisses was that they were never long, he never lingered, and when we had sex, the only time his mouth came near me was after he came, and it wasn't even on my lips. A cold kiss was placed on my forehead, as a thank you for being an obedient bitch and staying on all fours on the bed, in silence, waiting for him to finish fucking me. My body becomes more agitated, my breath catches, my heart beats wildly, as the broad tip of his cock, wrapped in the condom, stops at the entrance of my pussy. His eyes burn with more lust and a hoarse sound comes out of his mouth, with him wrapping his left arm around my waist.
"Don't take your eyes off mine, Mabel!" he orders more hoarsely, managing to make his voice even sexier.
I breathe heavily and just get lost, looking at his mouth as he slowly pushes my hips down. My chest rises and falls so quickly that I don't even care about the pain that the friction of my skin against the texture of his shirt causes in my breasts. On the contrary, I like it, I wish he were without it, to feel the warmth of his skin next to mine. I tilt my face to the side and let him move me slowly downwards, feeling the head of his cock pass between the lips of my vagina and fit into the entrance of my cunt.
"This is the last time I'll ask you, during the whole game, birdie." His mouth opens and releases his voice with resistance, letting me see the Adam's apple of his neck rising and falling. "Do you remember the keyword?"
"No..." I murmur, lost, looking at his lips, feeling even more attracted to the sin that is in front of me.
"No?" He crushes my ass harder, making me moan in pure pain. — You don't remember the word...
" The no is because I'm not going to say it, sir... — I look up at him and answer him sincerely.
I see a different glow in his irises, which is quickly hidden, becoming completely dark brown, making him even sexier. His movement is fast, both with his mouth, which condemns me the second he attacks me, kissing me brutally; as well as his cock, which sinks in one shot inside my pussy, making me gasp and tighten my arms and legs around him, crying with pain and desire into his lips. There was no tenderness, nor a warning of what he would do, just the supremacy of his masculinity being appeased in a wild kiss and a thick cock shoved so deep inside my body, that I could swear I would die there, in his arms.
Lost in the fine line of the pain of being appeased with fury and the pleasure of having my vagina filled, I only focus on the pleasure. The purest and most frivolous delight I have ever received. Czar kisses me hungrily and slides his tongue inside mine, taking me with lust. My pussy contracts, trying to expel him from inside me with the same agony that sucks him in to keep him inside her. He brings his hands to my ass and holds it high, giving access to the hard penetrations that his cock he does inside me, telling me in his own way that if I was looking for something conventional, I was in the wrong place, because that was what he had to offer me: raw and brutal sex, but satisfying as hell.
When his mouth frees mine from his barbaric kiss, I am panting, completely devastated by the power with which he fucks me. And my body responds, my body enjoys the hard slams of his pelvis against mine, sinking his cock even deeper into my pussy, which takes him. If I wanted to know if I could fuck another man after Nate, Czar tells me yes with each thrust I receive from his cock inside me.
But not in a normal way. I suppose nothing will ever be normal in my life again. He was taking my perversions to another level. Nate had caused me pain, so much pain that I thought I would die, until it turned into a strange sensation of distorted pleasure. But what Czar does to me is different, he doesn't just give me pain, he makes me desire pleasure along with the pain. My eyes are locked on his, with my breasts crushing his shirt, feeling all the raw force that I'm being fucked, and I want it. My head falls back, as I scream along with the moans, the sound of my breathing getting louder. My body is a mercenary that gives him what he wants, only to bargain for a new pleasure, which Czar gives me. I feel my ass being landed again on the counter, with him making me lie on it, but I don't want to separate, not now. I tilt my head and capture his lips for me, kissing him with more voluptuousness and desire than he took me in the first. His hand crushes my hip brutally to the side of his body, it's a warning for me to let go, but I don't want to, my body doesn't want to have him away. I don't care about the pain of the pressure of his hands, which crush my skin to the point of making my bones ache. On the contrary, I encourage him to punish me more harshly when I slide my tongue into his mouth and nibble on his lips. And in return, he fucks me more brutally. My hands, with my wrists handcuffed, hold onto his shirt and squeeze my fingers into the fabric. My heels go behind his ass, using it as leverage to move my body down against his hips, just as his pelvis collides with mine. He responds to the kiss with the same need, taking control and doing what he wants with me. I only release his lips when his hand stops on my neck, crushing it with pressure, forcing my head to stay still, controlling the amount of air that enters and leaves my lungs.
"Unruly, very unruly, little bird." His husky voice is dominating, as he slowly moves his hips back and withdraws his cock almost completely from me, returning hard, with a rough burst as he sinks into my pussy again.