A Hard Blow
Enrico
I experienced the arrival of pleasure, which turned me into someone unable to focus on anything other than the intense desire that Rachel had skillfully aroused in me. I was finally fulfilling what I had planned from the moment I laid eyes on that girl, satisfying a desire that had been repressed for months. The sensation it gave me was incredibly exciting.
That woman was driving me to the brink of insanity...
“Harder, Enrico” she requested, ending the last remnants of my sanity.
I fucked her more intensely, responding to her request, and each time my cock entered her tight pussy, I felt that my orgasm was near and tried to suppress it, slowing down the pace of my thrusts.
If Rachel wanted to be fucked hard, I was willing to oblige and increased the intensity of my movements even more, making her writhe with pleasure and moan uncontrollably beneath me.
"Ahhh!" Rachel moaned loudly, evidently reaching climax. The spontaneous reaction didn't concern me, after all, there was no one on that floor of the house except us, and Rachel could moan as much as she wanted without anyone hearing.
But controlling my climax when Rachel moaned like that was impossible. My entire body tensed instantly, and I let myself go inside her delicious little pussy.
Despite feeling exhausted, I didn't collapse onto her because I knew how delicate her body was. I made an effort to withdraw from her and lie down beside her, both of us breathing heavily.
I was trying to stay rational, without high expectations or illusions, but that became challenging given what had just happened between Rachel and me.
"I confess you managed to surprise me," I said, looking at her with a smile. "I could never have imagined you were still a virgin."
Rachel's reaction to my words was unexpected and even inexplicable. She practically jumped out of bed, taking the quilt that covered the bed where we had just passionately made love, and holding it in front of her naked body.
"What are you saying?" she demanded to know, leaving me confused. The expression on Rachel's face was threatening, and I struggled to recall my words, trying to understand her apparent anger, as "anger" was the best word to describe what she seemed to be feeling at that moment.
"I'm not complaining, Rachel," I tried to justify myself, not entirely sure what I was being accused of. "It was just a comment, with no intention of offending you or making you uncomfortable."
"Offended!? Never!" she shouted, her eyes shooting sparks of indignation in my direction. "Uncomfortable!? Not at all!"
Faced with the evident anger of the woman in front of me, who waved her free hand as if she wanted to cut through the air—or me, in this case—I jumped up, using the pillow to conceal my "buddy," as Rachel didn't seem interested in it at all. Once again, I tried to ease the situation.
But if Rachel wants to be fucked hard, I was willing to comply, and I increased the intensity of my movements even more, making her writhe with pleasure and moan uncontrollably beneath me.
“Ahhh!” Rachel moaned loudly, clearly reaching climax.
The spontaneous reaction didn't worry me, after all, there was no one on that floor of the house but the two of us, and Rachel could moan all she wanted and no one would hear her.
"I honestly, Rachel, I am completely lost here," I admitted, apprehensively. "But still, I apologize again."
"What's happening is that I'm furious!" she shouted, and finally, I hoped she would explain what the problem was because up to that moment, I had no idea what was going on. "You deceived me, destroyed the opportunity of my life, and, in the end, it was all a sham. A lie!"
I felt completely lost. What was Rachel talking about? Had she lost her mind or something? There didn't seem to be any other explanation for the current situation.
"Rachel..." I began, delicately and with as much calm as I could muster. "I don't know what you're talking about. Let's go over everything that happened here. Without intending to offend you, but you came to my room, lay on my bed, and touched me, and I just went along with the flow of events."
"Don't be an even bigger jerk, Enrico," she protested coldly.
Indeed, the situation was becoming increasingly confusing and difficult to understand, especially because Rachel refused to clarify things.
"I can't believe that all this time I was still a virgin!" Rachel said in a lamenting tone as if she were speaking to herself.
At that moment, Rachel seemed to see something on the mattress that left her even more distressed. Uttering several curses, she turned her back to me, repeatedly running her hands through her hair as if in despair.
"I don't understand how you didn't know you were still a virgin," I commented, realizing she had noticed the bloodstain on the bed. "If you haven't slept with anyone, then, of course, you're a virgin. That's how things work, right?"
My words ignited her anger once again, and she glared at me with fury.
"I'm talking about you making me believe I wasn't a virgin anymore, causing me to miss the opportunity to sell my virginity to Kael, and in the end, it was all a sham," she explained. "You implied that we had slept together that damn night after leaving the club."
Well, now things have become a bit clearer. Actually, transparent.
"I understand everything now," I said, feeling disgusted by the explanation. "For you, it always comes down to money, doesn't it, Rachel?"
She didn't hesitate to respond.
"Without a doubt, my dear," she confirmed what I suggested. "Look where the lack of money brought me. Just look," she pointed to her face, where she now bore a scar. "What it did to me. I will always choose money, Enrico. Always."
"It seems like what you told Lorenzo was completely contrary to the truth," I commented, even though that fact now seemed insignificant. "But I already knew that. After all, Sarah is one of the best people I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. Unlike you, Rachel."
I was hurt, tired, disappointed, and every possible adjective indicating disillusionment and pain. Rachel would never change. Nothing would make her change.
I had been a fool to believe I was special to her, even if only for a few brief minutes, while we were connected through the wonderful sex we had.
Realizing that Rachel hadn't been with any other man after me left me confused and feeling like a caveman I had never been, thinking she was only mine and no one else's. I believed I had marked her, and Rachel couldn't give herself to anyone else.
How deluded I was!
"Sarah is a fool," said Rachel, but she no longer used the tone full of resentment and fury she had treated me with since jumping out of bed. "But I'm not. And at the first opportunity, I'll take care of myself and find someone rich and powerful, and now I won't even insist on him being a husband. I'll even accept being just a lover."
After throwing those words in my face, Rachel turned around, looking for her clothes scattered on the floor, and then entered the bathroom, coming out shortly afterward.
Without another word, she left, not even giving me a last glance.
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