Bold V
"I..." I mumble, unsure of what to say, but it appears as though he is working himself up rather than fully listening to me. He spits, "Now you don't have anything to fucking say."
His expression is so demeaning as he looks down at me.
"Look at you! You're touching yourself in my bed". "Cazzo ,Where the fuck did you put your underwear?" I can see the veins in his neck beginning to pop as he keeps asking himself too many questions. (Fuck)
At that point, all of my confidence is gone. But he isn't done yet. "Secure yourself."
He spits and looks down at me with disgust, acting as though I'm some cheap whore.
Because of how mean he is and how cheap and shabby I feel, my initial reaction is to cry.
However, another part of me—a deeper, darker part of me that I had no idea existed—finds it even more arousing.
It's so bad that I want to clench my legs together, but I don't. I really try to stay still, but I can't help but wiggle in pain, and I can hear Alejandrio growling in annoyance because I'm not as subtle as I should be.
I whimper as he tightens his grip on me, but his hand leaves my throat before I can do anything else.
And as the same hand swiftly descends to brutally cup my pussy beneath the sheet, I gasp.
He is not only touching me, but he is also not being gentle in any way.
"Is this what you fucking want?" He squeals in my ear and presses his entire palm down on my pussy in a way I've never experienced before.
It's rough and hard, not sweet and sensual. My entire cunus is squeezed by him. I continue to try to process the fact that Alejandeo is touching me, despite the fact that it is borderline painful.
But before it comes down again in the form of a slap, his hand completely removes itself from my core.
I let out a gasp of complete shock and a slight flinch. Before I could in fact say another word, his hand on my pussy moves with the goal that the harsh stack of his fingers begin circumnavigating my clit.
My eyes roll into the rear of my head at the abrupt power and brutality of his touch.
It's the strangest sensation of both pain and pleasure that I've never even considered, his fingers digging into my soft flesh and circling my clit.
He appears to be simultaneously in the best and worst position. "Huh?" Even though his voice quiets down, I can still hear his rage.
His harsh breathing hits my ear, and before I know it, I'm moaning out when I feel his middle and index finger apply more pressure to my clit.
My breathing becomes labored and I am unable to speak. He moves quickly and with a lot of rage, but I can't even complain because I'm so caught up in the sensation.
He doesn't want that to happen, I can tell. He does not wish for me to enjoy it. He doesn't maintain that it should be pleasureful.
He needs to show me a thing or two, to drive me away. But I turn my head even more toward him and look up at him with my eyes half closed.
It only appears that he is absent when I examine his face. It seems as though his rage has overwhelmed all of his other senses of reason.
I can tell he's awake from the way his eyes are slightly hooded and his chest is heaving up and down. His pupils are dilated.
But he is enraged. irate with me. Furious at himself for feeling as such and he's taking everything out on me. I no longer believe I have any control here, and he appears to be dangerous.
I keep on gazing up at him, my lips separating as my breathing increments and little pants leave me.
Even though his hand is rough rather than soft and gentle, I still want it because he is still so charming and attractive.
As his grip on my wrists tightens to the point where I can feel bruises forming and his fingers rub harder, I close my eyes, feeling like I'm about to fall.
But it doesn't matter to me because all I'm focused on is the euphoria and his rapid breathing. as he rubs faster, his breathing changes into light little grunts.
I feel his fingers trail towards my cut as they begin going all over relaxed. "You want to come so fucking badly, yes?" I'm about to explode when I feel his hot breath in my ear. He snorts furiously.
I sigh and nod as his fingers press harder on my bare, wet slit. "Y-yes." When he does what he does next, everything changes and I close my eyes just as I was about to be released.
He slams two fingers into my pussy without warning. I don't even have time to take a breath before I scream out because the intrusion is too big and unexpected.
My eyes explode at the intrusion. Without writhing in agony and yelling, I couldn't even fit my pinky there.
There was a new level of surprise with this. Because Alejandro had large hands, he also had large, thick, and long fingers.
Fingers that I couldn't bear inside of me, especially when they came at me so suddenly. My inner organs instinctively clench more tightly around his fingers, which hurts.
While the other hand of Alejandro covers my mouth and muffles my screams as it leaves my wrists, I continue to scream. I can't.
Although it hurts, it also feels good. I don't want him to stop, even though it's too rough. "Take it, you fucking wanted it," He said.
As I blink up at him, my eyes start to water as he growls as he looks down at me. I wanted him to be more gentle on the one hand, but on the other, everything was progressing far too quickly.
He looks up at me with wide eyes, but he's in another world, and he doesn't let me speak until I start mumbling into his hand.
"Alejandro, it hurts." "Your fingers- they're too big-" I choke out, and despite myself, I moan. He finally turns his irate gaze toward me, and as he blinks back into the reality of what he's doing, something resembling surprised confusion flashes through his eyes.
He stops right away and pulls his fingers out of my hand without noticing that my body is shaking and withering in grief.
"I never finished." I groan. My face is lit up by his piercing eyes. You are unable to finish." What's more, my face transforms into one of complete frightfulness as I squint up at him, watery eyes, so befuddled. Is it true that people did this?
In that case, I was unfamiliar with it and absolutely detested it. He keeps silent briefly, apparently considering something before he shakes his head, while his jaw ticks and he gazes down at my tear streaked face.
"That's what I was thinking, you couldn't handle it," I said. He then pushes me away from him. I can't stop crying as I stand there staring up at him all the time.
It was all so divergent in my mind. He was supposed to be gentle, sweet, and loving. He was supposed to be gentle and allow me to finish.
But all I get is a large man who turns around and walks toward the other side of the bed with his back to me. He eventually goes to sleep while I am frozen in place. I don't move to be near Alejandro until I wake up on the other side of the bed, far away from him, in the morning.
And it's only when he gets up in the morning and looks away from me that I realize he's going to avoid me as he goes about his day. Additionally, a small part of me feels relieved.
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