Czar Gregovivk Part 2

— Tell me what I want to know. — I kiss her shoulder and brush my mouth against hers as I lift my head. — And I'll give you what you want.
I stop moving completely, with my cock still in her pussy, which sucks it, with her crying in anguish for not receiving what she wants.
— Please... Please, make me free...
— The name — I growl, low, closing my mouth.
I make her moan and bite her mouth as I press her back harder against the wall, holding her neck and making her look at me.
— Give me his name. — I drop my eyes to her mouth, boldly, and slowly approach, making her gasp when I stop my lips inches from hers. — And, baby, I promise you that I'm going to fuck you so much tonight, that tomorrow, with every move you make, you'll still have the feeling of my cock eating your pussy.
I see her eyes getting watery, with a melancholy taking over them.
— Why? Why do you need that name so much, sir? — She shrugs and looks at me, lost.
Because I hate the fact that this piece of shit is still breathing, that he had hurt something as beautiful as her skin, that he had taught her wrongly how to respond to erotic pain. Because I will guarantee a scar on his skin three times bigger than the one he made on her.
— Tell me your name, Mabel — I ask again and I see her close her eyes, locking herself inside herself, while she takes a deep breath.
I am already cursing her for a lifetime inside me, knowing that my cock is condemning me for being buried inside her body, without moving, wanting to free her as well as to give me freedom. But when her eyes open and stare at me like a broken toy, standing behind me, with her arm slowly raising, Mabel is lost. I turn my neck and see what catches her attention. Her index finger slides tremblingly on the bathroom stall, dragging little by little, as she writes in the steamy stall. I read the name with hatred, feeling my chest swell with fury.
NATE!
I turn my eyes to her when her arm lowers, and I see the tears running down her cheek.
"Don't say his name, sir." She crushes her mouth and lets the tears fall from her eyes.
My hand on her neck releases her and I lean my face forward, resting my forehead against hers. An uncontrollable instinct takes over me, as my tongue runs down her cheek and I lick her tear, taking her for myself, taking her pain as mine, as much as my cock had already claimed her pussy.
"Fly high for me, little bird," I whisper and breathe quickly, releasing her hips and letting her go.
Mabel rides me in pure desperation, increasing the rhythm of the rise and fall of her hips. I give her a quick bite on her neck before starting to kiss her chin, licking it. She loosens up more and more, my little feminine perversion. Trembling above me, she leaves me higher than ever, being fucked by a hellish woman. She tightens her grip on me, exploding with orgasm, with her small claws buried in my back. Her head turns forward and I feel her teeth bite me violently. I pull her hips harder, faster, seeking my own release, fucking her with fury and an insatiable hunger.
I bring my arms under her thighs and lift her, leaving her at the right height to receive the deep thrusts of my cock. I bite her shoulder with the same force that she clamps her teeth on mine, penetrating her with desire. Mabel releases her claws from my back and hugs me desperately, screaming as she cums again. I only have time to lift her once, remove my penis from inside her and cum outside her pussy. She collapses on my chest and hugs me with her whole body trembling. I see her black hair slide over our bodies, while she breathes with difficulty. — Christ... You are my executioner, you most certainly are! — I hear her soft laugh between her sighs and whispers.
— Is there a gynecologist who can see you here in Moscow? — I ask hoarsely, with my eyes closed, trying to control my breathing, crushing her ass harder in my hand.
— What? — she mumbles, confused, and lets out another soft laugh. — Do you want to know about my period?
— I want to know if you take any medicine to avoid getting pregnant, Mabel. — I move my face away from hers and look at her. — Because now that you have taken the liberty of fucking my cock without a condom, I think you should start taking care of yourself, because that will be the only way he will fuck you from now on.
I see a shy smile appear on her lips swollen from my bites, making her my most lustful demon, with her trembling body glued to me and my pure angel with an embarrassed look, who torments me with my sins. — No, sir, I don't — she answers quietly, and her eyes focus on my chest. — And I don't even drink it.
— We'll sort this out tomorrow, after your work — I say seriously, and look at her chest, which rises and falls quickly. — Let's take care of this.
— You shouldn't do that . — She closes her eyes and shakes her head. — I can take care of myself, sir.
I make her moan as I bite her mouth, as I press her back harder against the wall.
“I’ll take care of it tomorrow,” I finish the subject and turn off the shower, leaving the shower stall with her still trapped in my arms. I pull the towel and throw it over her back.
“Do you know I can walk to my room?!” — She arranges her arms around my neck and looks at me shyly, not even seeming like the erotic creature she is. — It’s kind of weird carrying me around, as if I were a backpack attached to the front of your body.
Instead of answering her joke, I just slap her ass, making her tighten around me.
“Ouch…” — She jumps a little and squirms, shaking her head. — We should establish some rules for punishments during the week, since it's kind of hard to work if I can't sit down because of my sore bottom.
“Your beautiful sore bottom will be the least of it, birdie,” I answer her, leaving the bathroom, grabbing her by the butt and giving her a squeeze. — I have other plans with your body when we get to bed.
“In bed?” she asks, quietly, and nibbles on her mouth. — Then I think we have a problem...
My eyes shift from her face when I open the door facing the bathroom door. My eyes stay fixed on the small single bed in the corner of the wall.
“I think the lady who rented me the furnished property didn't think I would receive male visitors here,” Mabel says with a laugh, releasing her arms from my neck and jumping to the floor. — Too bad, I won't be able to ask you to stay... That couch in the living room is horrible to sleep on too.
She lifts her head to me and adjusts the towel on her body, quickly running her eyes over my body, tapping the tips of her feet on the floor.