Ana Oliveira Part 4

" Jow... — I begged, moaning in pain. — This hurts.
“I’m feeling nothing but pleasure, Sweetie,” he mocked, licking a tear that was running down my cheek. I turned my face even closer to him, seeking some comfort in his lips. That position was uncomfortable in many ways and it was something I wasn’t used to. So Jow slid his tongue down even with the awkward position of our bodies, wandering over my face until he found my mouth, giving me a comforting kiss as he slid deeper, making me scream between his tongue. — Ouch!
“Shhh! I’ll make this better for you, okay?” he consoled.
How could I ease it? It was tearing me apart, burning, and not even when I lost my virginity had I felt this much pain. I rested my head on his neck, breathing fast and hard. Josiah slid two fingers over my clitoris and started moving around it, while he kept his penis still inside me. That was slowly bringing me relief from the pain that was exploding in my rear. I turned my face, looking for those delicious, soft lips. Josiah welcomed my mouth with his velvety tongue, in a kiss so delicious, with such a delicious and precise torture for my clit, while he slid three fingers into my pussy and started to massage it only with his thumb, which started to throb.
Seeing that my body was starting to relax with his caresses, Josiah slowly started moving his penis. As he fucked me with his fingers, masturbated me and thrust himself inside, I started to enjoy more the sensation that the latent orgasm was starting to bring me. The way my clitoris started to respond with strong spasms that became more and more constant made my whole body boil. I was very close to cumming and I no longer complained about the way Josiah started to speed up his thrusts in me. As he went faster and deeper, with both his fingers and his dick, my clit throbbed so intensely that I moaned as I came. Josiah sped up his movements, crushing my ass while he fucked it mercilessly, until he finally spurted all his cum inside it. We moaned, in sync, going crazy. “Oh my God!” I said, breathing hard, as I felt his thick, hard member throbbing and expelling all his sperm into my ass. “What a delicious ass, Ana!” Jow whispered, pulling my head against his chest. We lay there on the bathroom floor for a long time, until Josiah finally led me back to the shower. My entire body was limp and weak, and very sore. I didn’t even need a mirror to be sure that I was covered in marks that would be reminders of his touch. My knees started to weaken while I was still in the shower, because that experience of cumming over and over again was too much. Jow helped me to bed, putting on one of his black t-shirts. I whispered to him to bring Julia to sleep and then I fell asleep, with the wreckage of that intense, crazy, strong relationship ravaging my body.
When I opened my eyes, weak rays of sunlight entered through the cracks in the curtains in the living room. I was face down, still gathering the courage to move, feeling everything hurt. I let out a low groan, slowly sitting up. When I looked to the side, my heart sank when I saw Josiah on his back, with Julia lying in his arms, her little head resting under his armpit and her tiny arm on her father's chest.
Why, my God? I don't understand why everything had to go so wrong. I almost gave up on what I was about to do. I slid out of bed, gathering the strength that was still left in my body. I looked for my clothes, which were already dirty, but it was all I had... I got dressed, then gathered all of Julia's things from around the house, putting them in her little backpack.
I stopped in front of the bed, wiping away a single tear as I watched the carefree way in which the two of them slept. They were so beautiful together. Julia looked just like her father, even the outline of her body was his... She only had my dimples and her hair that was starting to turn brown.
I was startled to see Josiah opening his eyes, his face still crumpled. I realized that he noticed what was explicit in me, noticing every detail of my face. He gently took his daughter from his arms, laying her on her side. My ex-boyfriend slid out of the huge, low bed, walking towards me. His huge body was wrapped in a dark boxer short. He stopped in front of me, very close, with his intimidating height above my body. I looked up, tilting my head very much at this.

I took a deep breath, gathering my courage to speak, but was interrupted when he grabbed a handful of hair at the nape of my neck, looking at me seriously.
"What’s wrong?" he asked, watching me closely, then placing a delicate kiss on my forehead as he inhaled my scent.
Damn it! Damn it! I softened with that gesture, forgetting the pain in my body, the ache in my heart, and closed my eyes under his kiss. I let a few tears roll down my face, then shook my head and mustered the courage:
"This has to end!" I said, holding his wrist around my head. I tried to push his hand away, but he tensed up, breathing with fury. "We need to stop this because it will only lead to more pain."
"No!"
"No?" I asked. "Let's go to the kitchen. I don't want Julia waking up and seeing us fighting."
I stared at his angry look, but underneath that expression was pain. Josiah accepted what I said, releasing my hair and walking away from me, heading to the kitchen. He slowly sat on one of the stools. I walked in front of him, hesitating, trying not to falter under the tension of the moment.
My throat burned, complaining from being so abused, and my voice was a bit hoarse. My pulse raced, and fear was a feeling living under my skin at that moment.
"I want you!" I said, seeing him surprised by the statement. "I want you more than anything in this world. You have no idea how much love there is in every pore of my body, a love that screams your name. But I don’t want you in halves. I don’t want a man who loves me one moment and then screams that he hates me the next. I want you completely, and I know you can’t give me that," I poured out the words quickly, running out of breath. He opened his mouth to say something, his eyes watery, his handsome nose reddening. I raised my open left hand in a pleading gesture for him not to interrupt. "I’m going out that door and you will not follow me. Josiah, you will not stop me, you will not try to bring me back unless you intend to treat me with the love I expect. And I will sell my house."
"No!" he shouted, making me flinch. We both looked synchronously at the bed. I was terrified that Julia would wake up scared, but thank God, she didn’t. "You can’t keep my daughter from me. Please, don’t do that!"
Josiah whispered, getting up and walking toward me. I took a step back, trying to increase the distance, but he didn’t let me. Josiah grabbed me by the waist and squeezed my neck tightly.
"Stop!" I ordered softly, feeling him breathe close to my mouth.
"I can’t stand it, Ana! Don’t keep my daughter away from me..."
"Josiah, I didn’t say I would do that," I explained, cupping his face in my hands, feeling deep sympathy for the way he was crying. "I said I’m moving out of the condo because staying next to your house won’t lessen the pain that’s destroying me. I’m going to sell the house, find an apartment in a safe building here in Tijuca. You’ll continue to be with your daughter, we just won’t see each other anymore."
"I barely got her back. Don’t leave, Ana. Please don’t... Please!" he begged, brushing his lips against mine, leaving several tender kisses on them.
"Jow..." I whimpered. "I can stay. I need one answer, just one answer, and then I’ll stay."
"What answer? Tell me, Ana?"